


The Wizard of Fuzz

by slyc_willie



Category: Erotic Couplings
Published: 2007-07-22
Updated: 2007-07-23
Packaged: 2017-04-23 08:04:37
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wizard-of-fuzz-ch-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Follow sweet Dotti as she begins her erotic adventure.</p>
<p>2. Dotti and her companions reach the climax.</p>
Erotica Tags: Anal, Dom, Erotic Couplings, Fantasy World, Group Sex, Magic,
Oral, Satire, Supernatural, Wizard
Average Rating: 4.47





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01

The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02




        The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 01


_(Author's Note: The Wizard of Oz is a fixture of western culture. A story of
innocence, strength and hope, of good family values and perseverance against
all odds. But it also makes for the basis of a damn good fantasy. Which is
what this tale is all about. This is the story of a sweet young country girl
-- of legal age, of course -- who gets swept up in an epic journey to . . .
well . . . Read on, is all I can say)_  
  
**_Prologue: An Innocent but Naughty Kansas Country Girl_**  
  
Dotti writhed and moaned upon her bed, one hand pressed deeply between her
thighs as the other pinched and pulled at thick, swollen pink nipples. Even
with the windows open, sweet and earthy aromas of spring wafting in on a
gentle breeze, the feminine perfume emanating from her sex was palpable.
Slender fingers glistened with the sweet, oily fluid that oozed from between
plump pink lips. Dotti twitched with aftershocks as she lazily brought her
hand to her face. Soft moans escaped her lush lips as she licked her own
essence off her fingers.  
  
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open in alarm. "Oh!" she exclaimed aloud, though
she was alone in her bedroom. "I'm going to be late!"  
  
She jumped up from bed, her firm round breasts jiggling, and reached for the
blue and white checkered skirt hanging over the chair before her vanity. The
white blouse was next, tied hastily beneath her breasts rather than tucked in,
exposing her taut, trim belly. She pulled on the knee-length white stockings
and polished black shoes, touched up her makeup and secured her long black
hair in pig tails.  
  
Dotti made a kissing motion with her soft pink lips as she looked at her
reflection in the mirror. "Perfect," she said, then darted from her room.  
  
"Mom! Dad! I'm going!" she called as she raced down the stairs in the family
home. Her shoes clacked upon the wooden boards.  
  
"Have fun, dear," her mother responded from the kitchen.  
  
"Be careful, honey," her father said from his recliner, the day's paper held
up before his nose.  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her and headed down the
walk to her Mustang. _They never change_, she thought. _Day in, day out,
always the same boring stuff. Work, church, work, church. I don't wanna be
like that. I want . . . adventure!_  
  
Grinning with anticipation, Dotti jumped behind the wheel of her classic
'Stang and jerked the key in the ignition. _This is gonna be a fun party_, she
thought to herself.  
  
***  
  
Dotti soured as she drove back home the following morning. The party had been
a disaster. As always, Tina Masters and her cheerleader friends had commanded
all the attention in their tight mini-skirts and transparent tops, and every
boy had lusted after them. Frustrated at playing second . . . third . . .
fourth fiddle, Dotti had found companionship with a bottle of vodka and spent
most of the party listening to Kerri Baines' lamentations on how selfish and
stupid boys were.  
  
_I've had it with these stupid parties_, she thought depressingly. _Fifty
people drinking, but only ten people actually hook up. Damn it! When am I ever
gonna have some real fun?_  
  
Dotti became conscious of a needy ache between her lean thighs. She was many
miles from home, from the cozy shelter of her bedroom, where she acted out
unrealized fantasies with the help of toys. Although beyond the age of
eighteen, Dotti had little experience in the realm of carnal relations . . .
though she dreamed of it constantly.  
  
_I can't stand it_, she thought, her hand wandering across the seat beside her
to her purse. A little fumbling with the clasp, then searching within the
small bag, and she found what she was looking for.  
  
The girl smiled as she held up the polished silver ball. Stenciled in tiny
script upon the surface were the words, _"TOTO. Totally Orgasmic Tickling
Orb."_  
  
With a grin, keeping her eyes on the dusty Kansas road that would take her
home, Dotti spread her legs and fluttered up the short hem of her loose skirt.
She was glad to have 'forgotten' her panties the night before, for that meant
one less obstacle to her pleasure. Holding the orb in the palm of her hand,
Dotti touched her pussy, finding the soft pink lips slick already.  
  
Concentrating both upon driving and her own self-gratification, Dotti rubbed
the smooth, cool sphere along her lips, then against her clitoris as it
swelled. Biting her lip against a needy moan, she pushed the object against
the entrance of her tunnel, feeling the muscles spread and suck it in. She
sighed as her young pussy wrapped snuggly around the object, then gasped as it
began vibrating.  
  
Both hands slapped to the wheel. Her eyes became heady with pleasure as TOTO
went to work. It throbbed, pulsed, shook and buzzed inside her, making Dotti's
thighs twitch. Her nipples hardened incredibly; her face and neck became
flushed with arousal. Beads of perspiration formed on her upper lip and in the
revealed cleavage of her breasts.  
  
"Oh," she moaned softly, directing the Mustang into town. "Mmm . . . ."  
  
Suddenly, the sex toy buried in her pussy hit just the right spot, triggering
a convulsive orgasm that had the girl shaking in her seat. She gasped and
cried out in pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. Her entire body
trembled almost violently as the spasms continued for many long, sweet
moments.  
  
At last, forgetting where she was, Dotti sagged in the driver's seat, smiling
and blushing from her orgasm. Slowly, she opened her eyes.  
  
"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, bolting upright in her seat. She found herself
staring at the back of a gleaming black Mercedes, which was obviously too
close to her own car. So close, in fact, that the rear bumper of the late-
model vehicle was crumpled against the front of Dotti's venerable Mustang, the
trunk lid dented and popped open. Hanging from the lid was the personalized
license plate of the car, which read: "Witch."  
  
_Oh, no,_ thought Dotti with dread, even as she saw the driver's-side door of
the Mercedes pop open. With fearful eyes, the young raven-haired girl watched
as a tall, imposing woman, clad in a stately pantsuit, stepped from the
vehicle before her. The woman's long, pale hair was secured in a severe bun
atop her head, revealing the harsh, angular face beneath.  
  
_Mrs. Gulp,_ thought Dotti nervously, swallowing thickly. _Oh, no . . . of all
the people to run into . . . ._  
  
An angry and patronizing look in her eyes, Mrs. Gulp glared through Dotti's
windshield at the girl, waiting impatiently. Dotti quickly disengaged her
seatbelt and pushed open the door, stepping out.  
  
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," the girl began. "Um . . . th-there was this little
dog, a-and it ran across the road—"  
  
"I didn't see any damn dog," spat Mrs. Gulp. Her eyes narrowed with
disapproval as she looked the young woman over. "You're that Gale brat. Where
are you going on a Sunday morning, dressed like a tramp? You should be in
church!"  
  
Dotti bristled slightly at Mrs. Gulp's words, but her fear was overriding. "I
. . . I was just going home, to get dressed for church," she said, her wide
blue eyes quivering. "I swear!"  
  
At that moment, the shiny, slick silver orb that had been buried within
Dotti's pussy promptly fell out, bouncing on the ground and rolling to a stop
at Mrs. Gulp's feet. The matron glanced down, her lips curling with a sneer of
distaste as she beheld the object. With a handkerchief, she stooped and picked
up the device.  
  
"I-I can explain," began Dotti.  
  
Mrs. Gulp chuckled darkly. "Oh, I am certain you can," she said. She closed
her fist around the TOTO and glared at the girl. "Masturbation is a sin," she
declared. "And even more so with such a . . . disgusting device."  
  
"Mrs. Gulp, please!" cried Dotti. "It was just an accident!"  
  
"One you can explain to your parents," decried the older woman haughtily as
she backed toward her open car door. "Naughty girls such as you should be
punished!"  
  
_Oh, no!_ thought Dotti as Mrs. Gulp closed the door behind her and drove
away, the trunk of her Mercedes bouncing open in her wake.  
  
Desperately, Dotti clamored back inside her car and floored the accelerator,
determined to get home before Mrs. Gulp beat her there.  
  
***  
  
She was too late, of course. Dotti felt her heart sink as she pulled up the
Mustang along the curb before her house, seeing Mrs. Gulp's dented Mercedes in
the driveway. The Deacon's wife was already inside, Dotti knew, and laying it
on thick for her bible-thumping parents' benefit.  
  
Head hanging low, Dotti stepped through the door, hearing Mrs. Gulp's shrill
voice:  
  
". . . the evils of youngsters know no bounds!" the woman was shrieking,
grasping the cloth-wrapped silver ball in her hand as she faced Dotti's
parents in the living room. "Self-gratification! Self-pleasure! Self-
righteousness! Your daughter is on the path to wickedness, I tell you! Why, I
don't doubt that she was indulging in the corruptions of Satan, namely
marijuana, and alcohol!"  
  
Dotti's parents caught sight of their daughter in the doorway as the girl
meekly shuffled forward, head bowed in shame.  
  
"Is this true?" asked Mother.  
  
"I . . . Mom, I—"  
  
"Of course it is true!" declared Mrs. Gulp, striding toward Dotti quickly. In
a swift move that surprised all, the older woman gripped the hem of Dotti's
skirt and jerked it up past her waist. Dotti gasped in humiliation as her
naked sex was revealed.  
  
"No panties! Do you need more proof?" cried Mrs. Gale. Her eyes blazed as she
looked upon Dotti. "I will not abide the existence of _harlots_ in this town!"  
  
Dotti let out an anguished cry and darted away, running up the stairs to her
room, face buried in her hands. She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her
and leapt upon the bed, curling up in a ball. For hours, she wept
uncontrollably.  
  
***  
  
Dotti did not have lunch, nor dinner with her parents that day. She remained
in her bed and refused to answer the poundings of her father's fists upon the
locked door to her room. Eventually, a strange sort of calm quietness fell
upon the house. Dotti's parents gave up for the night in trying to lure her
out for a Bible-thumping.  
  
Finally, Dotti sat up in bed, wiped her eyes. There were no lights on within
the house, and the open windows carried a strong breeze and the sharp aroma of
ozone. Dotti had already made up her mind within the tortured dreams she had
experienced during her fitful slumber. Not thinking about her actions, she
grabbed a small suitcase from the closet and began packing.  
  
A few minutes later, Dotti crawled out through her window, and onto the roof
of the garage. She jumped to the ground with a grunt of effort and dashed to
her car. There was almost no damage from her collision with Mrs. Gulp's car --
evidence of the strength of a classic such as hers -- and the engine rumbled
contentedly to life.  
  
_I've got a hundred and thirteen bucks,_ Dotti thought as she backed the car
out of the driveway. She was oblivious to the strong winds whipping around her
car_. Enough to get me through the next few days at Kerri's. I know I can stay
there, at least for a while . . . until mom and dad calm down._  
  
She threw the car into gear and pressed her foot to the accelerator. Tires
skidded on damp roads for a moment before the old Mustang bore Dotti away.  
  
**_Part One: The Yellow Prick Road, and All That Happens Upon It . . . ._**  
  
The radio was filled with static, so Dotti popped a Pink Floyd CD into the
undermounted player on her dash. She sang along to the music, enjoying the
rich, electrical smell of the wind flying through her window. So distracted
she was that she did not notice the dark, swirling column of air as it crossed
the road just before her.  
  
"Oh!" she exclaimed, feeling the car rattle and shake. Instead of rolling
forward, the Mustang began skidding across cracked and battered pavement.
Dotti's hands fought with the wheel, but control of the vehicle was beyond
her.  
  
"Oh! My! God!" she exclaimed in fearful wonderment, seeing the twisting funnel
just outside her car. In the next moment, Dotti and her vehicle were lifted up
high into the air, spinning round and round and drawn closer to the heart of
the spinning vertical tunnel.  
  
And then, about her, came shapes and figures she recognized. Mr. Rivers' ice
cream stand, with waffle clones and sugary toppings flying about. Then Mr.
Rivers himself, wild-eyed and fearful, flailing his arms and legs. A
neighborhood dog, tiny and mangy, well-known for its annoying barking at all
hours of the night. Then a dark Mercedes, doors flung open as it fell away . .
. and the lanky form of Mrs. Gulp, spinning this way and that, her matronly
dress ripped from her to reveal a body-hugging suit of dark black leather that
both barely covered and accentuated her feminine assets.  
  
Dotti stared, transfixed, as Mrs. Gulp righted herself, holding a long black
device in her hand that resembled . . . _oh, my,_ thought Dotti _. . . it
looks like . . . an enormous penis!_  
  
Mrs. Gulp cackled at the girl and shot off into the heart of the swirling
twister, gripping the fake, massive black phallus which she held like a wand .
. . .  
  
"See you soon, my pretty!"  
  
The shrill, grating voice of Mrs. Gulp was the last thing Dotti heard before
the spinning of the car and the whirling winds battered her into
unconsciousness.  
  
***  
  
"Ohh . . . ."  
  
Dotti groaned as she came awake, forcing her tired eyes open. It took her a
moment to recognize the interior of her car. However, the moment she did, she
shot up, instantly awake. She remembered the twister, and all she had seen
within it.  
  
_Oh, my gosh, I'm alive! I'm . . . ._  
  
Her thoughts trailed off as she looked out through cracked windows. There were
tiny homes, none taller than she, with miniature doors that seemed more for
dogs and cats than people. And all about were diminutive figures, perfectly
proportioned to their height, looking upon Dotti and her ruined vehicle with
wonder and interest.  
  
Cautiously, Dotti pushed open the door and stepped out. She gasped as she saw
the lower body of a woman, from the waist down, jutting out from beneath her
car. The only garment upon the body was a pair of brilliant, ruby-colored
panties that barely covered the woman's sex.  
  
The short figures gathered around her as she emerged. There were dozens upon
dozens of them, Dotti realized, as she looked about in befuddled wonder. They
kept their distance, yet gave her no chance to run. Their round, youthful
faces sported wide, inquisitive eyes and they whispered excitedly under their
breath.  
  
"Who are you?" she asked. "Where am I?"  
  
A single figure stepped forth. He stood, near as Dotti could figure, about
three and a half feet tall, and was well-built for his height. He had sharp,
chiseled figures and short blonde hair. His gem-like eyes looked Dotti over.  
  
"We are the Scrumpkins," he said in a childlike voice. Suddenly, he grinned
and spread his arms wide. "And this is Scrumpingland. And you—" he stooped
slightly and jabbed his finger toward Dotti. "—you killed the Dom of the
East!"  
  
"The what?" asked Dotti, befuddled.  
  
The others -- none more tall than the one who had spoke, and apparently
equally male and female -- began dancing and singing.  
  

_"The terrible Dom of the East_  
  

_She was the bitchiest beast_  
  

_Not the nicest in the least, not in the least, not in the least_  
  

_She wouldn't let us feast_  
  

_'less we satisfied her beast_  
  

_And that was the terrible, terrible, terrible_  
  

_Terrible Dom of the East!"_  
  
Dotti frowned, watching all the little figures before her as they cavorted
about. Both little men and little women wore only simple tunics, belted about
the waist, and as they jumped and moved and spun and dipped, it became obvious
to Dotti that the 'Scrumpkins' wore nothing else. The girl blushed at the
casual way in which the privates of these little people were revealed.  
  

_"But now the Dom is dead_  
  

_smacked upside the head!_  
  

_Oh yes, the Dom is dead_  
  

_She was crushed inside her shed!_  
  

  
  

_Oh, it took such a mighty hand_  
  

_To crush the Dom in Scrumpingland_  
  

_Now we should strike up the band_  
  

_Three cheers for all in Scrumpingland!"_  
  
"I don't understand!" Dotti cried at last, bringing a halt to the dancing and
singing. "What's going on?"  
  
Wiggler approached her again, smiling confidently. "You are in Fuzz, and this
is Scrumpingland," he said again.  
  
Dotti shook her head. "I get that," she said. "But how did I _get_ here?"  
  
The blonde Scrumpkin grinned and gestured to Dotti's Mustang, laying in the
midst of what seemed to be some sort of market square. The tires were all
blown out. "You fell from the sky," he said. "And right on top of the Dom of
the East."  
  
"The Dom of the East," mused Dotti with worry evident on her face. "I didn't
mean to!"  
  
Wiggler shuddered. "Terrible woman," he said. "Her wants were . . .
insatiable, and . . . perverse."  
  
"_'Insatiable_?'" queried Dotti. "_'Perverse_?'"  
  
"Yes," said the Scrumpkin, taking Dotti's hand and leading the stupefied girl
toward a small garden. The numerous other Scrumpkins followed, many grinning
and glowing with excitement.  
  
"The Dom of the East came to us, many years ago. We welcomed her, at first.
She had so many answers for us, and gave us what we needed."  
  
Dotti worried slightly, more perturbed and confused than anything else, as she
was eased onto her back upon a soft mat of green. A crowd of barely-clad
little people moved close. Many fluttered their hands beneath their tunics,
just below the belt.  
  
"Wh-what did she give you?" Dotti asked.  
  
Wiggler smiled, pushing up Dotti's skirt, revealing her nakedness beneath.
"She gave us -- oh!"  
  
Dotti sat up in alarm, reading the expression on the blonde Scrumpkin's face.
"What's wrong?"  
  
His wide eyes shot to hers. "You don't have any fuzz," he said. His eyes
narrowed. "Are you old enough?"  
  
Dotti scoffed in insult. "I'm eighteen!" she declared. She slapped down her
skirt, her eyes darting around wildly as she spoke. "So I don't have any fuzz!
I never have! I'm not ashamed of it!"  
  
The other Scrumpkins crowded about, all looking between Dotti's legs at the
hairless mound and lips revealed there. Murmurs spread amongst them.  
  
"It's okay," assured Wiggler, keeping Dotti's thighs apart and moving between
them. "The Wizard can help you with that."  
  
Dotti shook her head in consternation. "The Wizard?"  
  
Wiggler grinned as he lowered his head, bringing his face close to her
hairless pussy. "Yes. The Wizard of Fuzz."  
  
"Oh . . . ." Dotti trailed off as she watched the blonde-haired Scrumpkin open
his mouth and slip out his tongue. Just as it was about to touch her swollen
pink labia, Dotti pushed the little man's head away.  
  
"What are you doing?"  
  
Wiggler fought back a groan of frustration and smiled. "Getting you ready to
scrump," he said.  
  
"_'Scrump_?'"  
  
Wiggler sighed heavily and sat up. He curled the index finger of his left hand
into the thumb, forming a hole, then pushed the index finger of his other hand
back and forth through the hole. "Scrump," he said. "Got it?"  
  
Dotti's eyes opened wide in understanding. "Oh!"  
  
Wiggler grinned, and slowly lowered his head between Dotti's spread legs once
more. "Yes," he said. "'Oh.' You'll be saying that a lot, I think."  
  
"W-will I . . .?" Dotti murmured, then sighed and lay back, moaning in passion
as Wiggler pressed his mouth to her pussy. With supreme enjoyment, he licked,
sucked, and pulled, nibbled upon the lips and folds of the girl's sex,
smacking his lips, licking with gusto. His fingers spread her open, allowing
his surprisingly long tongue to delve deep within the girl.  

"Oh! Oh! Oh, yes!" cried Dotti, shaking and convulsing as her orgasm roared
through her. Her hands slapped about as her body writhed. Peripherally, she
barely noticed that she was surrounded by the other little people of the
village, men and women alike. Lost to the throes of passion, she nevertheless
grinned once her hands were settled upon stiff cocks. At the same time, she
groaned appreciatively at the feel of small feminine hands upon her body,
removing her blouse and skirt.  
  
Dotti tilted her head, looking up to a smiling Scrumpkin face as he straddled
her chest. She grinned in response and slipped her mouth around the narrow
shaft of his stiff cock. Automatically, she began sucking, hard and sure, as
hands settled to the back of her head. She bobbed enthusiastically, enjoying
the taste and feel of the pulsing penis between her pouting lips.  
  
"It's scrumping time!" called Wiggler, moving up between Dotti's legs. With a
grateful sigh, he pushed his cock inside the girl, all the way to the hilt on
the first plunge. Dotti ground back against him eagerly, thrilling to the
sensation of a stiff penis -- however small -- sliding inside her. She felt
her ankles clutched in Scrumpkin hands, holding her legs wide as Wiggler
pumped away.  
  
The cock in her mouth soon spent its surprisingly sweet fluid all over her
tongue, just as Wiggler groaned in orgasm and gushed within her womb. Dotti
swallowed and panted, smiling upon another Scrumpkin, this one female, as she
straddled her face. Wiggler withdrew from her pussy, and another cock eased
inside.  
  
"Oh, my!" moaned Dotti as she latched her mouth to the softly-furred pussy
above her face. At the same time, she felt her hands becoming slick as the
cocks she stroked spurted their thick fluid.  
  
All around the girl, the citizens of Scrumpingland eagerly awaited their turn
. . . .  
  
***  
  
"Wuff!"  
  
Dotti sat up in the midst of a pile of Scrumpkin bodies, wiping her mouth and
breasts. Her belly was full, of that she was aware. How much she had drunk
from the fountains of the Scrumpkins, she was not sure, but she was sure that
the bitter, salty-sweet flavor would not leave her senses any time soon. Her
skirt remained crumpled about her waist, her young pussy swollen and oozing
from all the attention it had enjoyed. The sweet smell of sex was heavy in the
air. All about her, the little people of Scrumpingland appeared to be sated in
their slumber; every face she saw was smiling.  
  
"Are you all right, milady?" asked a familiar voice.  
  
Dotti touched the base of her throat as she belched softly. She smacked her
lips, once more tasting the bittersweet juice that had been spent over and
over in her mouth. "I . . . think so," she said hesitantly. She smiled. "I'm
happy."  
  
Wiggler grinned. "As are we all," he said, then jumped to his feet, uncaring
in his nudity. He clapped his hands loudly. "Scrumpkins, awake! All hail
Dotti, the Dom of the East!"  
  
The girl's eyes bulged. "What? Me?"  
  
Quickly, before Dotti could react, the little people of Scrumplingland got to
their feet and hoisted her naked body upon their shoulders. They carried her
about the central square, around the ruined remains of her car, finally
setting her feet upon the ground amid cheers.  
  
"Wait!" exclaimed Dotti, smacking one arm across her breasts, the hand of the
other upon her hairless pubic mound. "I don't understand!"  
  
Wiggler appeared before her once more, grinning once more. "You killed the Dom
of the East," he said. "You took her place, and satisfied us all. That makes
you the new Dom."  
  
Dotti gaped in astonishment. Her eyes swept across the hundred or so little
people before her. "I did _all_ of you?"  
  
Wiggler smiled with a wistful sigh. "And some of us twice," he said. He shook
his head, then raised his voice: "Hail Dotti!"  
  
All the other Scrumpkins took up the cry with excited cheers. "HAIL DOTTI!"  
  
But just as their voices filled the air, shouts of elation turned to 'ooos' of
awe as a shimmering bubble floated down through the sky. Within the bubble was
a woman, tall and stately, with long crimson hair and a sweet smile upon her
round face. She wore a tight, white, one-piece suit slit from her neck to her
waist, nearly exposing her enormous breasts. In her hands she held a slender
wand, the tip of it capped with a tiny blue phallus.  
  
All around Dotti, the Scrumpkins suddenly prostrated themselves, lowering to
their knees and touching their hands to the ground. Bewildered, Dotti began to
do the same.  
  
"No, silly girl, you don't have to bow before me," the red-haired woman said
as her bubble landed and popped. She was surrounded by a gentle, glittery haze
that softened her features.  
  
"Are . . . are you the queen of Scrumpingland?" asked Dotti, both impressed
and intimidated by the appearance of this woman.  
  
She laughed, a tittering, musical sound. "Oh, no, young lady. I am Deanna, the
Good Dom of the North." She looked about and gestured with her penis-tipped
wand. "Oh, do stand up, all you good little people!"  
  
The Scrumpkins got to their feet, smiling to themselves. Deanna returned her
attention to the naked girl before her. "Now, who are you?"  
  
"My name's Dotti, ma'am," the girl said with a curtsy. She did not know why
she did it; it just seemed the appropriate gesture. "Miss Deanna, maybe you
could tell me what's going on?"  
  
Deanna cocked her head, an amused look on her face. "Well, what is going on is
that you seem to have killed the Dom of the East. That means you take her
place."  
  
Dotti blanched. "But I don't know anything about being a dom!" she exclaimed.  
  
"Tsk," Deanna clucked her tongue dismissively. "Nothing to it. 'Tis not as
difficult as some my think, but we can worry about that later. For now,
however . . . ." she gestured again.  
  
Dotti watched as a pair of scantily-clad little women went to the crushed body
beneath the Mustang. They peeled off the sparkling, scarlet-colored panties
and brought them to Dotti. Immediately, Dotti extended her hand in protest.  
  
"Oh, no," she said, backing up. "N-no, that's gross."  
  
"But you are the Dom of the East, now."  
  
Dotti looked about, seeing expectation in all the faces of those around her.
Faces that she could recognize, if she made the effort to separate them from
the orgiastic memories in her mind. She really did not know these people, yet,
in a way, she did. They whispered in awe and reverence amongst themselves,
anticipating what Dotti would do.  
  
"Go ahead, dear," Deanna encouraged her. "They have magical powers."  
  
"What sort of magical powers?" Dotti asked skeptically.  
  
Deanna winked. "Well, for one thing, they will always keep you fresh and
clean."  
  
Finally, Dotti took a breath, held out her hand. "Fine. Give them to me."  
  
Quickly, the silky crimson garment was placed in Dotti's palm. Gingerly, she
lifted it to her face, sniffing experimentally. She was surprised to inhale a
sharp, sweet aroma, not unpleasant at all. _I guess it's not so bad, _she
thought. Dotti smiled, then slowly stepped into the skimpy panties and slid
them up her thighs. The Scrumpkins applauded loudly. Dotti, naked except for
the ruby panties, held her arms wide and grinned at the reception.  
  
Deanna beamed, applauding politely. "They look lovely upon you."  
  
"So what is it that they do?" Dotti asked.  
  
"Why, whatever you want them to."  
  
Dotti's eyes widened. "So, if I—"  
  
"PRETENDER!"  
  
The anguished cry filled the air before an explosion of fire and smoke
appeared upon the ground several paces before Dotti. From the heart of that
stench-filled inferno stepped a tall, leather-clad woman with pale skin and
snow-colored hair. She stopped a few paces from Dotti and glared, pointing
with a formidable-looking black phallus.  
  
"I am the Dom of the West! And you are not fit to take my sister's place," she
hissed, then spun about to address the Scrumpkins, her hands drawn back and
fingers curled into talons. "She is nothing! A pretender! Ask her if she has
the Power!"  
  
"She does not need the Power," insisted Deanna, haughtily facing the Western
Dom.  
  
The Dom glared. "You stay out of this, you tittering bitch," she hissed at
Deanna.  
  
"Sh-she wears the ruby panties!" exclaimed Wiggler, mustering his courage in
the face of the evil Dom.  
  
"I didn't ask for the opinion of pansies!" The Dom of the West whirled to face
Dotti, who trembled in her near-nakedness. "They are mine," she hissed, and
advanced upon the girl. "Mine!"  
  
Dotti gasped, falling back, legs falling apart as she landed upon her back.
The leather-clad Dom -- she looked so much like Mrs. Gulp, Dotti realized --
loomed over her and slapped her hands to Dotti's hips. Yet, as she touched the
ruby panties, they crackled with electricity. The Dom jerked back in pain,
curling her fingers into fists.  
  
"Take them off!" cried the Dom.  
  
Dotti caught her breath, recognizing in an instant that this fearful woman had
no power over her, so long as she wore the ruby panties. Dotti grinned. "Take
them off, yourself," she said, her high-set, naked breasts heaving. "Or can't
you do it?"  
  
Deanna giggled brightly. "See? She has no need of the Power."  
  
The Dom of the West gave an anguished cry and jumped to her feet. "I'll have
your panties," she snarled. "I already have your TOTO!" She whirled about,
glaring at Deanna and all the Scrumpkins. "I'll have you all!"  
  
A burst of fire and brimstone exploded about the Dom, engulfing her. It
dissipated quickly, leaving no trace of the fearful woman. Scrumpkins closest
to the offensive conflagration waved their hands before their noses.  
  
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dotti, scrambling to her feet. "What am I to do?"  
  
Deanna appeared before her, a somber look upon her face. "You must meet with
the Wizard," she said.  
  
Dotti frowned slightly. "The Wizard of Fuzz?"  
  
"Yes," she acknowledged. "He will tell you what to do."  
  
"But why?"  
  
Deanna smiled again. "Because," she said.  
  
Dotti's brow furrowed. "Because?"  
  
"Because," said Wiggler. Other Scrumpkins responded as well, in sing-song
voices: "_Because, because, because, because, because_ . . . ."  
  
"Because of the wonderful things he does," finished Deanna with a batting of
her lashes.  
  
Dotti looked around dubiously. "Um . . . well, how do I find him?"  
  
Wiggler smiled. "You must follow the road."  
  
"Road? What road?"  
  
Wiggler reached up and took the girl's hand. As she stepped down, Dotti found
her feet planted upon a spiraling path of golden bricks, each shaped to
resemble a phallus. As she looked, she found that the road made of these
bricks eventually made their way out of the village and into the countryside.
The Scrumpkins had gathered about her, and handed Dotti her skirt and blouse.  
  
"The Yellow Prick Road," urged Wiggler.  
  
Dotti considered the path before her, and the unknown into which it lead. She
wrapped her skirt about her waist and pulled on the blouse, tying it beneath
her breasts once more. "The Yellow Prick Road," she mused, taking a step.  
  
Wiggler grinned more broadly. "The Yellow Prick Road," he echoed. A chorus of
Scrumpkin voices began singing once more.  
  

_"Follow the Yellow Prick Road,_  
  

_Follow the Yellow Prick Road_  
  

_Follow, follow, follow, follow_  
  

_Follow the Yellow Prick Road!"_  
  
"Do you understand?" asked Wiggler above the chorus.  
  
Dotti shook her head. "I'm not sure . . . ."  
  
"But, how else are you going to get your fuzz?" asked Deanna from behind
Dotti.  
  
The voices rose again:  
  

_"You're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Fuzz_  
  

_You'll find he has the buzz on the fuzz, the greatest buzz there ever was_  
  

_If ever there was a wiz of the fuzz, the Wizard of Fuzz is one because_  
  

_Because, because, because, because, because_  
  

_Because of the wonderful things he does!_  
  

_You're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Fuzz!"_  
  
Dotti paused at edge of the village, looking toward the ominous trees that
hung over the path ahead. "I have to see the Wizard, if I want to get home,"
she said with a sudden intuition.  
  
Deanna smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said. Her voice and face grew dark. "But
it will not be an easy journey. You will need companions. Don't look for them,
just find them."  
  
Dotti nodded with determination. "I just have to follow the Yellow Prick
Road."  
  
"It will take you where you need to go . . . ." were the Good Dom's last
words.  
  
***  
  
The sun was pleasant, the air warm but not hot. All about her, Dotti found
everything vivid with color. The fields were full of daisies, dandylions, and
bluebonnets. Brightly-colored butterflies flocked in droves to either side of
the Yellow Prick Road, occasionally crossing her path. One of them paused in
its flight, a tiny face looking to Dotti with a smile. Dotti smiled back in
wonder.  
  
"What is this place?" she mused aloud.  
  
"If you don't know, then you must be lost."  
  
Dotti gasped at the sound of the voice, turned to look. Upon a wooden frame in
the field to her left was a man, clad in ragged clothes, straw sticking from
his sleeves and the legs of his shabby trousers. A broad-brimmed straw hat sat
upon his head, above a round, tired face. Upon his shoulders, arms and head
were perched several black crows.  
  
Gingerly, Dotti waded through the field of flowers toward the scarecrow. "Did
you say something?" she asked.  
  
The round face tilted down to her and smiled, making Dotti gasp again. "I most
certainly did. I said, 'If you don't know, then you must be lost.'"  
  
Dotti blinked. "I didn't think a scarecrow could talk."  
  
"How did you know my name?"  
  
"Your name?"  
  
"Yes. Scarecrow is my name," the straw man said. "How did you know it?"  
  
Dotti shrugged. "That's what you are," she said simply.  
  
"Well, of course that's what I am," Scarecrow said, rolling his eyes. He
sighed, looking to the birds that sat perched upon him. "Not that I'm a very
good scarecrow. I'm afraid I've lost my passion."  
  
Dotti gave a sympathetic look. "How can you get it back?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "I don't know. I've been without passion for so long, I
can't even remember what it's like to have any."  
  
Dotti thought a moment, nibbling her finger. "Well, I'm off to see the
Wizard," she said. "He's going to help me. Maybe he can help you!"  
  
Scarecrow's eyebrows fluttered with hope. "Do you really think so?"  
  
Dotti grinned and giggled. "Why not? He is a wizard, after all. If he can give
me fuzz and let me go home, then he can certainly help you with your passion."  
  
The scarecrow smiled. "Oh, that would be nice," he said. His smile vanished
abruptly. "I think."  
  
"Of course it would," declared Dotti. "Now, why don't you come down from
there?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged and moved his arms. The crows perched upon him cawed and
took flight in annoyance. Clumsily, the straw man wobbled on unsteady feet.
"Oh, I'm not so sure of this," he lamented.  
  
"Come on, I'll help you," Dotti said, holding out her hands. She could not
help but notice that her face was level with the scarecrow's crotch; beneath
the layers of fabric and straw, the outline of a bulge was plainly visible.  
  
"Uh-oh," Scarecrow said warningly, teetering on his perch. "Here I come!"  
  
Dotti tried to catch the man as he fell, but was only knocked back upon the
field of daisies, her skirt flying up about her waist. The scarecrow tumbled
to the ground in a heap, arms and legs twisted this way and that. His head
smacked to the ground between Dotti's spread legs, his face looking up between
them.  
  
"Oh, those are nice," he said, looking upon Dotti's ruby panties.  
  
Dotti sat up, brushing yellow petals from her hair. She touched her panties.
"Do you like them? I just got them."  
  
Scarecrow blinked. "They're very nice," he said again. "Um . . . could you
help me up?"  
  
"Of course," Dotti said, rolling to her feet. She stooped and helped Scarecrow
get to his feet. He wobbled for a moment, looking unsure of his footing.  
  
"You must have been up there for a long time," commented the girl.  
  
Scarecrow nodded. "A very long time," he said. "Ever since I lost my passion."  
  
Dotti held Scarecrow's hands and lead him from the field, to the Yellow Prick
Road. The straw man stumbled a few times, his legs bowing out and shaking from
misuse. Dotti did her best to support him.  
  
"So, you don't feel any passion at all?" she asked.  
  
Scarecrow rolled his shoulders with a heavy sigh. "No," he said. "Not a thing.
I get no kicks from anything."  
  
Dotti's brow furrowed. "Not even champagne?"  
  
He shook his head. "Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all," he said. "I just
don't know what I'll do."  
  
"I find that hard to believe," Dotti said. "You _have_ to feel _something_."  
  
Scarecrow took a breath, let it out as his shoulders fell.  
  

_"I could stop and smell the flowers_  
  

_Masturbate for hours_  
  

_And appreciate some fashion_  
  

  
  

_With the kinks that I'd be thinkin_  
  

_I could give it to yer pink'un_  
  

_If I only had some passion"_  
  
Dotti pouted her lips in sympathy. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "It must be
terrible!"  
  
Scarecrow pursed his lips in thought. "Hit me."  
  
"What?" Dotti cried in alarm.  
  
Scarecrow threw his arms out, little pieces of straw dancing in the air. "Hit
me," he repeated. "Go on. It won't bother me in the slightest, trust me. I
have no passion."  
  
Dotti frowned, then smacked the straw man across the face amid a cloud of dirt
and straw. She coughed and fanned the air between them. "Did you feel that?"  
  
"Well, of course I felt it," Scarecrow said. "I felt your hand hit my face,
but beyond that . . . nothing."  
  
"Hmm," mused Dotti. She kicked him in the shins, making Scarecrow waver on his
feet. "How about that?"  
  
The straw man stumbled for several steps around Dotti, then shook his head.
"Nothing."  
  
Again, Dotti nibbled her finger. Her eyes fell to his crotch. "I have an
idea," she said, and dropped to her knees before the man. She pulled on his
trousers, popping the buttons of his fly. Brushing away straw, she found his
long cock, and began stroking it. Her eyes looked up to Scarecrow's face.
"Does this do anything for you?"  
  
He shook his head. "Not a thing."  
  
"Hmm," murmured the girl, regarding the penis in her hands. She lifted it,
scrolling back the foreskin to reveal the purplish head. She slipped out her
tongue and licked all around it, tasting the sweet, clear fluid that oozed
out. "How about that?"  
  
Scarecrow sighed. "No. Sorry. I just haven't any passion for anything."  
  
"Well, I want to try something," Dotti insisted, then slid her mouth down the
length of Scarecrow's cock, sucking tenderly. She felt it get harder and
longer in her mouth, which encouraged her to suck faster and more
passionately. Soon, she was gripping the straw man's hips and bobbing eagerly
on his cock, making loud, wet slurping sounds. After a few minutes, she
slipped her mouth from Scarecrow's dick and stroked it over her face, laving
his balls with her tongue.  
  
"You really are wasting your time," Scarecrow said, looking down at the girl.
"I mean, I can feel what you're doing, but . . . I just can't _feel_ it."  
  
Dotti balked. "No pleasure?" she asked.  
  
Scarecrow shook his head. "Nada. Zip. Zilch. Kein. Nothing at all."  
  
Dotti huffed in frustration. "Okay, one last thing," she said, then sucked
hard on the scarecrow's cock while masturbating the shaft. She tickled and
fondled his balls, felt them contract after a few more moments. A thick gush
of fluid erupted in her mouth, saturating her taste buds. Dotti kept sucking,
squeezing the twitching shaft, rolling her tongue around the spurting head.  

Throughout his orgasm, Scarecrow just watched as Dotti sucked every ounce of
juice from him, a blank look on his face.  
  
Finally, Dotti swallowed and eased back on her haunches. She patted
Scarecrow's spent cock and smiled up at him, a thick dollop of milky cream on
her lower lip. "How was that?"  
  
Scarecrow beamed. "That was wonderful!" he exclaimed.  
  
Dotti grinned and jumped to her feet. "Really?"  
  
The grin on Scarecrow's face vanished. "No. Not really. Sorry."  
  
Dotti pouted, folding her arms beneath her breasts. She sucked her lips,
getting a final taste of the straw man's cream. "You don't feel _anything_? No
. . . graciousness, no elation? You don't want to buy me dinner and give me
flowers?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "Not really," he said. "Sorry. But, thanks, anyway. It's
been a long time for me."  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes. "No kidding. Your stuff was thick as pudding!"  
  
"Did you like it?"  
  
Dotti sighed and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said. "We really need to get
you to the Wizard."  
  
Scarecrow stumbled along beside her. "Well, okay, if you think he can help . .
. ."  
  
***  
  
Further along the path, Dotti and Scarecrow were getting to know each other.  
  
". . . and then, he gave me this piece of paper, and suddenly, I was smart,"
Scarecrow was telling the girl. "He called it a 'diploma.' But it really
didn't do anything for me. I mean, what good is an education when all I'm
supposed to do is scare crows?"  
  
"And is that when you lost your passion?" Dotti asked as the scenery around
them went from fields of flowers to groves of trees.  
  
"I think so," Scarecrow said, looking puzzled. "But it's been so long. I
remember that I used to feel everything. I'd get angry when the crows pooped
on my hat, and I'd be happy when I scared them away. But now . . . not even
that blowjob was enjoyable."  
  
Dotti ground her teeth, lips pouting. "And that was my best one," she said
dejectedly.  
  
"Oh, don't get me wrong, it was wonderful," Scarecrow said. "I just . . .
didn't enjoy it."  
  
"Then how do you know it was wonderful?"  
  
Scarecrow huffed. "I just want to make you feel better about it," he said.
"Look. Once we see the Wizard, you can do it again, and I promise I'll enjoy
it."  
  
She glared up at him, patting the straw man's crotch. "You'd better," she
said. They strode further along.  
  
"Oh, gosh!" Scarecrow exclaimed, pointing ahead. "Look at that!"  
  
Dotti looked to where Scarecrow was pointing, seeing a strange man laying upon
a small green field surrounded by the trees. He wore no clothing, not even
shoes, and his skin had a dull grey sheen to it. Beside him, upon the short
grass, was a golf club.  
  
Dotti and Scarecrow stopped upon the Yellow Prick Road, looking at the naked
man. "Do you think he's dead?" Dotti asked.  
  
"Probably," said Scarecrow casually. "Who cares?"  
  
Dotti scoffed and slapped the straw man's chest. "I care!" she declared. She
stepped away from him and toward the tin-colored man upon the ground. She
could not help but note the enormous size of his phallus; even flaccid, it
seemed nearly as long as her forearm.  
  
"Hello?" she called, moving cautiously closer. "Are you dead?"  
  
"Ump-mm. Mm mmpopem," came a muffled reply.  
  
Frowning in confusion, Dotti inched closer, until she was stooped over the
man. "What was that?"  
  
His lips barely moved. "I hed, I'm mmpopem."  
  
Dotti shook her head. "I can't understand you," she said. "Is there something
I can do?"  
  
"Dotti, look," said Scarecrow, pointing again. The girl looked, seeing a
bottle of lotion upon a tree trunk. She snatched it up and held it over the
prone man's face. His eyes flickered, and he grunted.  
  
"Will this help you?" Dotti asked.  
  
"Uhn-hnh."  
  
Dotti dropped to her knees and flipped open the cap on the bottle. She
squeezed a large dollop of grey-white cream into her palm. Slapping her hands
together, she smeared the lotion into her hands, then massaged it into the
metallic man's face, neck, and upper shoulders. As her fingers kneaded his
skin, the man sighed, smiling.  
  
"Oh, thank you," he said. "Please, everywhere."  
  
Dotti smiled back. "Okay," she said, and squeezed out more lotion into her
hands. She rubbed it into the man's arms, chest, abdomen and legs. Slowly, the
man began to move.  
  
"There isn't any left," Dotti said, massaging the grey man's feet.  
  
Abruptly, he sat up, a grateful look upon his face. "That's all right," he
said happily. "It was en—" he stopped as he looked down between his legs. "Oh,
no! You didn't rub my cock!"  
  
Dotti sat back, emitting a small, offended gasp. "Well, I don't know you!"  
  
The man shook his head. "It's not like that," he said. "That lotion makes me
work. And if it doesn't go everywhere, than not everything will work!"  
  
Dotti looked to the man's thick, heavy, yet flaccid cock. "You mean, _that_
won't work?"  
  
"Exactly!" cried the man. "Is there any left?"  
  
Dotti shook the bottle upside down over her palm, a sad look on her face. "Not
a drop."  
  
He fell back upon the grass with a groan, staring up at the tree boughs above
him. "After all this time," he muttered. "And I'm still impotent."  
  
"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Dotti, crawling over the man. She peered down into his
face. "You could have told me, you know."  
  
He smiled sheepishly. "You're right," he said. "I'm sorry. What's your name?"  
  
"Dotti."  
  
He lifted a metal-colored hand. "Pleased to meet you, Dotti. Call me Tin Man."  
  
She frowned even as she shook his hand. "'Tin Man?'"  
  
He smiled. "Heard of me?"  
  
"Well . . . no," Dotti said, sitting up. She glanced back to Scarecrow, who
shrugged and held out his hands. She looked back to Tin Man as he pushed
himself up on his hands.  
  
"Eh, that's all right," he said. "That was a long time ago, when I was the
greatest golfer in all of Fuzz. They called me Tin Man because I could hit a
ball into that little tin cup from a thousand paces."  
  
Dotti's mouth fell open in skeptical astonishment. "A thousand paces! Really!"  
  
The Tin Man let out a heavy sigh. "Yes, but I'm still impotent. I don't think
I'll be hitting anything any time soon."  
  
"Why not?"  
  
"Because I can't get it up. My club, my balls, nothing."  
  
Dotti snorted under her breath and helped the Tin Man to his feet. "That's
just ridiculous," she declared. She bent and took up the man's golf club.
"Here. There's your club."  
  
The Tin Man took the club, then looked down to the small field of green. "I
don't have any balls," he said.  
  
Dotti looked about, and found two old, dirty golf balls in the thick grass
around a tree. She picked it up. "Look, I have your balls."  
  
The Tin Man nodded his thanks, took the balls from Dotti's hand. He dropped
one to the green and eyed the small hole in the ground a mere ten paces away.
The Tin Man took a few practice swings as Dotti watched.  
  
Beside the girl, Scarecrow leaned over. "What's he doing?"  
  
"Putting," she said.  
  
"Putting what? And where?"  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes. "Not Putting," she said. "_Putting_. He's going to hit
his balls with his club."  
  
Scarecrow straightened. "Sounds painful," he said. "Not that I would know . .
. ."  
  
Before them, the Tin Man shuffled forward slightly on the green, lining up his
club with the ball. Keeping his eye on the cup, he swung gently, tapping the
ball. It rolled forward, seemingly toward the hole, then veered off and fell
into the grass. The Tin Man sighed in defeat.  
  
"Oh, don't give up!" cried Dotti. "You have two balls! Try the other one!"  
  
The Tin Man glanced back, perturbed, then nodded and smiled upon seeing
Dotti's encouraging face. He dropped the other ball to the green, took a few
practice swings, then tapped the second ball. As before, it meandered away
from the hole and disappeared into the grass at the edge.  
  
"You see? I'm impotent! My club and balls are useless!"  
  
Scarecrow leaned toward Dotti again, whispering in her ear. She listened,
nodded, and stepped forward. "Mr. Tin Man?"  
  
The golfer, shoulders slumped in defeat, gave the girl a weary look. "What?"  
  
"Maybe you just need some help," she suggested. "You've been laying there for
a long time, right?"  
  
Tin Man let out a breath. "Yes, a very long time."  
  
Dotti smiled. "So maybe it isn't you. Maybe you just need to learn how to use
your club again. And maybe your balls are dirty, or lopsided."  
  
Tin Man glowered. "I know how to use my club," he insisted. "And my balls work
fine."  
  
Dotti touched his cock. "What about this club?" she asked.  
  
He huffed. "It's useless. It won't get hard.  
  

_If you could only wonder_  
  

_To feel a thing down under_  
  

_That's like a lump of lard_  
  

  
  

_Were I only able_  
  

_I could do you to the gables_  
  

_If I only got it hard"_  
  
"Well, let's see," said Dotti, getting to her knees before Tin Man. She took
his thick, impressive cock in her hands and began massaging it back and forth.
She lifted the heavy, soft thing and looked to his tin-colored balls. They
seemed enormous to Dotti, and felt heavy in the palm of her hand.  
  
"That feels exquisite, Dotti," Tin Man said with a smile. But the smile faded.
"However, it does not seem to be doing much."  
  
Dotti smiled, then ducked her head and sucked his heavy sacs into her mouth.
She rolled his balls around on her tongue, pressing her face against his
groin. They tasted metallic, but not offensively so. Tin Man's heavy cock lay
across her face, remaining limp. No matter how sensuously she tended to his
distended sacs, the lump of flesh against her cheek never stirred.  
  
Perturbed, Dotti pulled back, wiping her mouth. "You're not enjoying this?"
she asked, eyeing the Tin Man's dangling penis. "What is it with you men?"  
  
"Oh, I enjoy it," Tin Man said quickly. "It's just . . . um . . . not
working."  
  
Dotti sighed dejectedly. "Great. So I have a Scarecrow who can get it up but
doesn't enjoy it, and a Tin Man who enjoys it but can't get it up. Is this a
dream, or a nightmare?"  
  
"Don't ask me," said Scarecrow. "I couldn't care less." He looked away
sheepishly as Dotti gave him a sour look over her shoulder.  
  
"Wait," said the Tin Man, lowering himself so he was face-to-face with Dotti.
"Maybe I just need to work on my technique." He patted the soft green. "Here,
why don't you lay down?"  
  
"Do you think it will help?" the girl asked.  
  
Tin Man smiled. "It may," he said.  
  
Dotti grinned and rolled onto her back. She untied her blouse and let it fall
open, exposing her firm breasts. "What do you need to do?" she asked.  
  
Tin Man looked Dotti over with approval. "This," he said, and bent over,
cupping Dotti's left breast in his cool, metallic hand. He began licking the
stiff nipple and running his tongue all around it.  
  
"Oh, that's nice," murmured Dotti, eyes closed in bliss.  
  
Tin Man sucked the rubbery pink protuberance between his lips and nibbled upon
it, making Dotti gasp in pleasure. "Yes, it is," he said softly. His other
hand slid down the girl's body, pulling up her skirt. He pressed his fingers
against her pussy through the sparkling ruby panties. Willingly, Dotti spread
her legs wide and pushed her needy sex against his hand.  
  
Tin Man kissed and licked his way down Dotti's body, toward her pussy. The
girl propped herself up on her elbows, watching with a flushed smile as the
metal-skinned man kissed around the edges of her scarlet undergarments. In the
background, Scarecrow watched impassively.  
  
"Pull them aside," whispered Dotti, running her hand over the Tin Man's
hairless head. "I want you to lick me there."  
  
Tin Man grinned and peeled the ruby panties away from Dotti's smooth, hairless
pussy. "Mmm, no fuzz," he commented, then bent down and licked all around the
girl's silky pubic mound. Her clit swelled and grew, slipping out from beneath
the fleshy pink hood. Dotti twitched and gasped as the Tin Man swiped his
tongue across the sensitive nub.  
  
"Is this helping?" she asked him.  
  
Tin Man settled between her thighs, smiling as he lapped at Dotti's dewy lips.
"Don't worry about me," he said. "I'm enjoying this fresh field."  
  
Dotti sighed passionately, closing her eyes as she savored the sensations. She
did not object when Tin Man urged her to turn onto her stomach. Willingly, she
arched her back and cooed as he pulled the ruby panties aside once more.
Passionate moans escaped from her mouth as she felt her tin lover's tongue
dragging wetly up and down from her clitoris to her anus. She squirmed each
time his tongue lapped at her sphincter.  
  
"Now, that's interesting," she heard the Scarecrow say as Tin Man wormed his
tongue against her anus.  
  
"Yes, it seems to be doing it for her, don't you think?" Tin Man asked.  
  
"Indeed. Do it some more."  
  
Dotti caught her breath, her fingers clawing the grass as the Tin Man pressed
his face between her cheeks, lavishing her virgin asshole with attention. He
licked and probed, pushing his tongue past the ring of muscle and into the
heat beyond.  
  
"Oh!" Dotti gasped, pushing back automatically. She propped herself upon all
fours and eased back and forth, moaning as the slick stiff tongue of the Tin
Man penetrated her again and again. Her pleasure was heightened by the
presence of his fingers sliding past the slick folds of her pussy and into her
tight tunnel.  
  
"Mmm, yes, please," she mewed, her mouth hanging slack. She barely noticed as
Scarecrow got on his knees before her face, but once she felt his stiff cock
against her lips, she eagerly sucked it in.  
  
Dotti's orgasm did not take long, and when she came, her entire body shuddered
and shook, all but exploding with her release. She panted and cried around the
stiff cock in her mouth, shoving her ass back against the Tin Man's face. Her
juices dripped around the metal man's pumping fingers; she felt the insides of
her thighs becoming slippery.  
  
"Don't stop, don't stop," she muttered, then attacked Scarecrow's long cock
once more, sucking voraciously. One of her hands reached back and found Tin
Man's head, pressing it hard between her thighs. She trembled at the feel of
his lashing tongue thrusting deeper and deeper in her ass.  
  
Scarecrow held onto Dotti's head, pumping his hips toward her face, trying to
feel something, anything at the erotic sight of his cock sinking nearly all
the way between the girl's lips. But even as he unleashed another thick load
down the girl's throat, Scarecrow did so without concern, or even the
slightest flicker of emotion on his face. He did, however, marvel at the fact
that Dotti accepted every drop of his sticky seed, gulping it down with
relish.  
  
"Do it to me," Dotti gasped, once Scarecrow's spent cock slipped, shiny and
wet, from her mouth. A single milky line hung from the tip of her tongue,
extending to the grass below. Scarecrow sat back against a tree, catching his
breath, his wilted penis touching the grass beneath him. He watched as Dotti
panted in passion, envying her.  
  
"I'm not sure I—" began Tin Man, lifting his dripping chin from her buttocks.  
  
"Just do it!" yelled Dotti, glaring over her shoulder.  
  
Tin Man nodded and got on his knees behind the girl. He lifted his lifeless
cock and pushed it against her pussy. Both he and Dotti sighed as it burrowed
inside.  
  
"Oh, yes . . ." Dotti sighed, smiling. Her smile dropped as she felt Tin Man's
cock being pushed out.  
  
"Um, sorry," he said, and rubbed the head of his cock against her juicy folds
before stuffing it inside her. He pushed against Dotti's youthful frame, but
as he eased back, his cock popped free, pushed out by the girl's muscles.  
  
Dotti huffed. "Try it again," she said. She regarded Scarecrow's wilted dick
before her. _No, that's not gonna work, either . . . ._  
  
The Tin Man shoved once more inside the girl, and was again pushed out.
"You're too tight," he muttered.  
  
"Well, I've only had little Scrumpkin dicks in there," she explained. "Aren't
I turning you on at all?"  
  
"Of course you are! I want to do it, I just . . . can't."  
  
Dotti sighed in resignation, propping her chin in her hand as she drummed her
fingers on the grass. She felt the momentary fullness of Tin Man's cock inside
her, then emptiness. Fullness, emptiness, fullness, emptiness.  
  
"Maybe if I try . . ." Tin Man said at one point.  
  
"Uh-huh." Dotti grunted slightly as Tin Man pushed inside her, then fell out.  
  
"Oh, darn. Hold on, let me . . . ."  
  
"Yeah. Sure."  
  
"Just one more time . . . ."  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes, frustrated and perturbed. "Never mind," she grumbled.
She looked up to Scarecrow, who sat dispassionately before her. "He needs the
Wizard, too."  
  
Scarecrow nodded. "Yes, he does."  
  
***  
  
Dotti was in a playful mood. Despite -- or perhaps because of -- her
frustration concerning the performance of the two strange men she now traveled
with, Dotti regressed a little into her childhood, skipping along the Yellow
Prick Road between Tin Man and Scarecrow, holding their hands and forcing them
to keep up with her.  
  
"It was my rival who put me in that little clearing," Tin Man was explaining.
"He knew I needed that lotion to be able to move, to swing. But he switched it
out, and by the time I realized what he had done, it was too late."  
  
"That's terrible!" cried Dotti, stopping her skipping. "Why would he do such a
thing?"  
  
Tin Man shrugged. "He was jealous of my club, I think."  
  
Dotti chuckled and slipped her hand from his, reaching down to fondle the Tin
Man's tumescent penis. "Well, if it's this big when it's soft, then I must say
that he has _much_ to be jealous of.""  
  
Even with his metallic skin, the blush on Tin Man's cheeks was visible.
"That's not exactly the club I was talking about, but thank you just the
same."  
  
Dotti stopped on the road and pushed up on her toes to plant a kiss on the Tin
Man's cheek. "You're welcome," she said. "And once the Wizard has cured you, I
expect to get the _full_ benefit of your swing."  
  
He blushed again. "I promise, birdie," he said.  
  
"Hold up," Scarecrow said, stopping a few paces ahead. He reached back and
gripped Dotti's hand tightly. "There's something in those trees."  
  
The three of them looked, peering into the shadows within the trees that
framed either side of the road. "I don't see anything," Dotti said after a
moment.  
  
"I could have sworn I saw something," mused Scarecrow. He shivered nervously,
shafts of straw falling to the ground. "I don't like this. We're not far from
the Land of the Khalidas."  
  
"What's that?" asked Dotti.  
  
"Khalidas," Tin Man said with a shudder. "Half-cat, half-bear, half man."  
  
Dotti frowned. "They have three halves?"  
  
Tin Man gave her a look. "They're very strange."  
  
"Look!" exclaimed Scarecrow. "There it is!"  
  
"There what is?" cried Dotti, reflexively clutching Tin Man's arm.  
  
At that moment, tree branches shook and the underbrush shuddered as a figure
leapt onto the road, snarling and roaring. It had the naked body of a hairy
man, a head with features like a lion, and its hands ended in nasty-looking
claws. The figure's mane was long and bright blonde, as with all the hair upon
its body.  
  
"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Dotti, scampering behind Tin Man. "What is it?"  
  
Before anyone could respond, the feral man roared once more. "Who are you, and
why do you invade my forest?" asked the fearsome figure as it flexed its
claws.  
  
"This is a free road!" cried Tin Man in a loud, courageous voice. He held out
his golf club like a weapon. "We can walk where we chose!"  
  
"You tell him," said Scarecrow, even as he stepped back.  
  
The lion-man snarled, took a step closer. "This is my territory!" he declared.
"For twenty paces in all directions, this is mine!"  
  
"Twenty paces?" asked Dotti, looking around the Tin Man's shoulder. "That
doesn't sound very big."  
  
The lion-man's lips curled in a low snarl. "Size isn't everything," he said.  

"Well, no," agreed Dotti. "But it does make a difference."  
  
"I don't care!" cried the lion-man. "You just stay away. Especially you!"  
  
Dotti stabbed a finger at her chest. "Me?"  
  
"Yes, her?" asked Scarecrow. "She hasn't done anything to you."  
  
"She . . . she's a girl," said the lion-man, visibly less threatening now.  
  
Tin Man frowned. "You're afraid of girls?" he asked. "Are you that cowardly?"  
  
"I'm not cowardly!" roared the lion-man, then backed off sheepishly. "Well . .
. maybe I'm a little intimidated, but I'm certainly not cowardly!"  
  
"Intimidated by what? Women?" asked Dotti, stepping around before the Tin Man.  
  
"Don't come any closer!" exclaimed the lion-headed man.  
  
"I'm not going to hurt you," Dotti said sweetly, taking a few more steps. The
nearer she came to the lion-man, the more his cock stiffened, angling up
toward her. The head was broad and bright pink; to Dotti, it resembled an
arrowhead.  
  
"Just . . . stay back! I-I'm warning you!"  
  
"Warning me of wh—" began Dotti. Suddenly, the lion-man's penis jerked and
spurted, spraying ropy strands of semen that splattered onto Dotti's naked
stomach, her skirt, and her thighs.  
  
"Oh, no!" bemoaned the lion-man. He covered his face in shame. His cock was
still erect, dripping thick fluid onto the golden bricks below.  
  
"Well, he's a quick fellow, isn't he?" muttered Tin Man to Scarecrow.  
  
Scarecrow nodded. "Mm-hmm," he agreed.  
  
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Dotti, wiping her finger through the mess on her belly. "I
didn't even touch you."  
  
The lion-man lowered his clawed hands revealing an anguished face. "It'd be
worse if you did," he said. "I can't even get it in without going off. That's
why they kicked me out."  
  
"Who kicked you out?"  
  
"My clan brothers," lamented the lion-man. "They make fun of me all the time.
'Lightning Lionel.' 'Lionel the Loser.' 'Lionel Can't-get-laid-to-save-his-
life.' 'Lionel—'"  
  
Dotti raised her hands. "I get the idea," she said, then offered a sympathetic
smile. "So that's all it is? You have an itchy trigger?"  
  
Lionel rolled his eyes. "More like no trigger. Just a barrel and cylinders."  
  
Dotti stepped closer and reached toward his groin. "So, if I—"  
  
"No! Don't!" cried Lionel, then shuddered again, another salvo of fluid
bursting from the tip of his cock, which just happened to be angling upward.  
  
"Pfft!" Dotti sputtered, sending drops of semen flying from her lips, her face
dripping with cloudy-colored cream. She licked her lips, brought up her hands
to wipe away the sticky fluid that had splattered her eyes.  
  
"That was a nice shot," commented Tin Man. "I couldn't have done better
myself."  
  
"Well, that goes without saying," muttered Scarecrow. He winced as Tin Man
swatted him in the gut with his club. "Okay, I deserved that."  
  
Dotti finished wiping her face with her sleeves. "Well, we're all on our way
to see the Wizard of Fuzz," she told Lionel. "He's going to help us."  
  
A hopeful look crossed Lionel's face. "Help you? How?"  
  
"He's going to give me passion," declared Scarecrow.  
  
"And I'll be able to get it up," added Tin Man.  
  
Dotti smiled sweetly upon all three men, ending with Lionel. "And he's going
to give me fuzz and let me go home, to Kansas."  
  
Lionel gaze Dotti a quizzical look. "You don't have any fuzz?" he asked.  
  
"Nope," said Dotti simply, and promptly hoisted up her skirt and pushed her
panties down, revealing her hairless sex. "See?"  
  
"Oh-h-h," groaned Lionel. But this time, Dotti was quick, and stooped over,
locking her mouth around the tip of the lion-man's cock. She sucked out every
drop of his thunderous load as the beastly man trembled. With a last swipe of
her tongue across the pink head, she straightened, smacking her lips.  
  
"There. Hopefully, that takes care of you for a while," she said.  
  
Lionel chuckled in bliss, forcing his eyes to uncross. "Oh, what a day!" he
declared, jumping on his feet. "Can I go with you to see the Wizard?"  
  
"Of course you can!" exclaimed Dotti with a smile. She checked back with Tin
Man and Scarecrow, who alternately nodded and shrugged.  
  
"This is just great!" roared Lionel. "The wizard can help me, too!  
  

_I have to tell you, Dotti_  
  

_Since you're such a hottie_  
  

_You thrill my anima_  
  

  
  

_If I could only hold it_  
  

_I could surely stow it_  
  

_You'd love my stamina"_  
  
Dotti grinned and offered her arm, simultaneously gesturing for Tin Man and
Scarecrow to join her. "Then, let's go," she said. Infected by her exuberance,
the four of them began skipping along the Yellow Prick Road.  
  

_"Oh, we're off to see the Wizard_  
  

_The wonderful Wizard of Fuzz!"_  
  
***  
  
Further along the road, the foursome slowed as the forest around them grew
thicker and darker. The Yellow Prick Road seemed to bend and wind more
sharply, allowing them to see no further than twenty paces ahead at most. The
trees were more ominous, darker and twisted in the trunks and limbs. The
gnarled bark seemed to hide the twisted shapes of faces within them. Hanging
from the most of the trunks were large, round, red fruits, and more dangled
from the distorted limbs.  
  
"Gosh, what is this place?" asked Dotti, clutching onto the arms of Scarecrow
and Tin Man.  
  
"A place of foul taste," mused Scarecrow, scratching his chin. "If memory
serves, this is the Pomegranate Forest."  
  
"Pomegranate Forest?" asked Dotti, frowning. "Do they grow on trees?"  
  
"I don't know," answered Tin Man. "But these do."  
  
Dotti shivered. "I don't like this place."  
  
"WELL, WE DON'T LIKE YOU!" came a symphony of deep, feminine voices, as the
hidden faces in the tree bark came alive. Abruptly, the limbs began moving,
and the foursome found themselves under attack as heavy, juicy red fruits were
launched toward them. Some of the trees juggled the fruits on their trunks,
like women bouncing breasts in their hands, before plucking them off.  
  
Scarecrow grunted as one of the heavy missiles slammed into his chest, bearing
him to the ground amid a cloud of straw. Tin Man lashed out quickly with his
heavy iron, batting away projectiles that came too close. Likewise, Lionel
slashed at the air, splitting open crimson husks until his claws were just as
dark, oozing with sweet, sticky fluid.  
  
"Get Scarecrow!" cried Dotti to Tin Man, covering her head with her hands and
running up to Lionel. Immediately, even as Lionel slashed at the air, she
grabbed his prick, which hardened quickly, and began stroking furiously.  
  
"Wh-what are you -- ah-h-h-h!" cried Lionel, quaking as his cock pulsed in
Dotti's tight grip.  
  
As the thick spurts of cream gushed out, arcing high in the air, Dotti aimed
as best she could, so that the gooey globs spattered across warped tree faces,
and specifically, into their eyes.  
  
"ACK!" cried the trees as one. "WE CAN'T SEE!"  
  
With the first thick wave of cream spent from Lionel's cock, Dotti realized
she had to inspire more. She ripped off her skirt and lay upon the road,
pulling the ruby panties aside and showing Lionel her bald pussy. Frantically,
she began rubbing her sleek lips and swollen clitoris.  
  
"Come on, Lionel!" she yelled, as blindly-hurled fruit landed all around them.
She glanced back up the road, seeing Tin Man supporting a hobbling Scarecrow.
The metal man's body was smeared with pinkish-red chunks. He looked tired and
wounded.  
  
"Okay! Okay!" groaned the lion-man, furiously masturbating as he stared at
Dotti's glistening sex, at her fingers as they pumped in and out. It took only
a few more moments before he was ejaculating once more.  
  
"Not me!" cried Dotti as her face was doused again. "Them!"  
  
"R-r-right!" roared Lionel, directing his spurting penis in the direction of
the trees around them. One after another, each of the pomegranate trees
received a thick facial, coating their eyes, noses, and lips. They began
sputtering and gagging, dropping their fruit missiles to the ground rather
than hurling them toward their targets.  
  
Scrambling to her feet, and wiping her dripping face, Dotti grabbed Lionel's
hands, and that of Tin Man as he lurched forward, carrying Scarecrow.
Together, the four unlikely companions ran from the Pomegranate Forest,
leaving the animated trees sputtering and spitting in disgust.  
  
***  
  
"Well, that was an adventure!" exclaimed Dotti as they emerged from the forest
and onto a vast clearing. Beyond, in the distance, could be seen a brilliant
emerald citadel upon a lone high hill. "Is everyone all right?"  
  
Lionel stumbled to the ground, clutching his genitals. "Oh-h-h-h," he groaned.
"I think I did it too much." Likewise, Tin Man fell to his knees, letting go
of Scarecrow, who crumpled into a heap.  
  
Dotti frowned, planting her hands on her hips. "Well! A fine bunch of men you
are!"  
  
Scarecrow lifted his head as he struggled to reconfigure his contorted body.
"You got the easy end of it!" he declared. "I don't see any bruises on you."  
  
"Well, it wasn't easy, you know," protested Dotti. "Rubbing myself with all
that going on, just to get Lionel going!"  
  
"And you see what that did to him!" exclaimed Tin Man, pointing to the lion-
man, curled up on his side.  
  
Dotti sighed petulantly, a look of sympathy on her face as she gazed upon
Lionel. She knelt and touched his furry face. "I'm so sorry," she whispered,
stroking his golden mane. "It was the only thing I could think of."  
  
Lionel managed a weak smile. "It's okay," he muttered. "Can we just rest here
a while?"  
  
Dotti smiled, and patted his shoulder. "Of course," she said, then stood and
looked around. "Well, at least we seemed to have found a nice place to lie
down for a bit."  
  
With laborious grunts and moans, the three men rose and stumbled along with
Dotti along the road, then into the field. All around them were bright,
blooming poppies, fragrant with their sweet, intoxicating aroma. Dotti inhaled
deeply, feeling her senses inundated with the pleasant smell. She lowered
herself to her knees, reached to some of the flowering blossoms. Her senses
became hazy; she felt her equilibrium vanish. With a sigh, she toppled over,
grinning lazily with a handful of poppies.  
  
***  
  
Deanna the Good Dom floated through the air in her bubble, smiling to herself
at the pleasant way in which it bounced up and down in the air. It reminded
her of one of the Wizard's more recent inventions . . . .  
  
"Oh, what have we here?" she asked aloud as she spied the four sleeping
figures in the field below. Her brow furrowed. "Oh, no. That's Dotti!"  
  
The bubble veered down out of the sky, popping as soon as it touched the
blossoms in the field. Deanna landed softly upon the ground, approaching the
unconscious forms of Dotti and her companions. With a heartfelt sigh, Deanna
touched one of the poppies.  
  
_That damn Dom of the West, _she thought_. Getting the trees of the
Pomegranate Forest to chase them to the poppy field. This is just like her.
Well, if she can play dirty, so can I . . . ._  
  
The Good Dom paused for a moment as she looked upon Dotti. _Such a pretty
face_, she thought. With a slight blush rising to her face, Deanna reached to
the bottom of the slit in her suit, finding the hidden zipper that went all
the way down, between her thighs, and up just to the tip of her tail bone in
the back. She shivered slightly at the feel of the cool spring breeze between
her thighs, against the slightly damp lips of her naked pussy.  
  
_Only something stronger than the poppies will bring her awake_, Deanna
thought as she stood over Dotti, one foot on either side of the girl's head.
She smiled at the sight of the girl's fresh young face below the trimmed
crimson curls on her pubic mound.  
  
Slowly, Deanna lowered herself, spreading her strong thighs wide as her pussy
neared Dotti's sleeping face. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter, her
clitoris stiffening with anticipation . . . .  
  
"Mmm," moaned the Dom of the North as Dotti's slightly-parted lips were
pressed to her pussy, the girl's nose in her pubic hair. Deanna felt her
juices trickling out, smearing Dotti's lower face as the Dom rocked back and
forth. Deanna began moaning softly, luxuriating in the sensations of her clit
rubbing the tip of Dotti's little button nose.  
  
"Mrrmph?" came a muffled query from beneath the Dom's splayed thighs. Dotti's
hands shot up to slap against Deanna's thighs, as her eyes flashed open in
surprise. She gasped against Deanna's slippery snatch, which only made the Dom
squeal softly.  
  
"Oh, you're awake," commented Deanna, stopping her gyrations for a moment. She
looked down at the girl's wide eyes. "Of course, now we need to wake up the
others. Can you keep doing that?"  
  
Dotti blinked, thinking, inhaling the rich, sweet fragrance of the Dom's
pussy, feeling Deanna's swollen parted lips against her own. Tentatively, she
slipped her tongue out, licking some of the sweet fluid from Deanna's labia.
The flavor was not much different from her own.  
  
"I guess so," Dotti said, then began licking in and around the Dom's slick
hole, smacking her wet lips against the red-furred pussy hovering over her
mouth. She closed her eyes in concentration, ran her hands up and down
Deanna's clothed thighs.  
  
Deanna trembled with passion, reaching down between her legs to grip Dotti's
head. She ground her pussy more urgently against the girl's mouth, gasping
each time Dotti's tongue slid up inside her tunnel. The aroma of her aroused
sex filled the air, wafting around her like a cloud.  
  
Finally, Deanna tilted her hips a little, pushing the thick, stiff protrusion
of her clit past Dotti's lips. "Suck on it, sweetheart," she urged. "Suck
hard. You need to open the flood gates so the waters can wash over your
friends."  
  
"Mm-hmm," mumbled Dotti, sucking in her cheeks as she pulled and sucked upon
Deanna's clit, pulling on it, massaging it like a little cock. Above her, The
Good Dom trembled and shook, her mouth hanging slack, cheeks rosy with
pleasure. She planted her hands on the ground above Dotti's head and mashed
her pussy into the girl's mouth. With a long cry and moan, her orgasm erupted
through her.  
  
The powerful, sweet scent of Deanna's pussy did indeed wash through the field
like the waters from a damn, infusing itself in the senses of Scarecrow, Tin
Man, and Lionel. Slowly, the three of them roused, sniffing the air. One by
one, they looked to see the Dom squatting over Dotti's face, panting her
release.  
  
Tin Man arched his eyebrow. "Ding, dong," he muttered. "The Dom just came."  
  
Lionel perked up. "The Dom just came?"  
  
Scarecrow nodded. "The Dom just came."  
  
"And she did it very sweetly," mumbled Dotti with a grin, licking along
Deanna's sopping lips.  
  
"But not very neatly," said the Dom apologetically.  
  
"But it seems, very completely," commented Scarecrow, crawling closer. He
stared at Dotti's saturated face.  
  
"And not at all discretely," added Lionel, taking in the sight. His eyes
bulged at the vision of Dottie tickling the deeply flushed and shrunken
clitoris of the Dom. "Oh-h-h," he moaned, flopping onto his back. A fountain
of semen spurted high into the air, splashing the poppies.  
  
Deanna chuckled. "It appears the men are all up," she said.  
  
Tin Man rolled his eyes. "In a manner of speaking . . . ."  
  
***  
  
"So, the wicked Dom of the West made us go to that field?" asked Scarecrow as
the four of them ambled along the Yellow Prick Road, away from the poppy
fields and toward the glittering citadel in the distance. Deanna had already
wrapped herself in another bubble, and with her cheeks still glowing, was now
floating high above and away.  
  
"I guess so," responded Dotti, touching still-fragrant lips and licking her
fingers. "Those pomegranate trees chased us in the right direction, off the
path. I guess The Dom of the West really doesn't want us getting to the
Emerald City."  
  
"Well, that's just too bad," said Tin Man with a grin. "Because we're not far
away. Come on!"  
  
Taking the hands of Dotti and Scarecrow, Tin Man began running up the gently-
rising slope of the road, anxious to get to the citadel. Lionel trundled
after, trying not to admire the firm, bouncing cheeks of Dotti's rear as she
ran . . . .  
  
***  
  
The towering walls of the Emerald City stood before them, smooth and opaque.
The massive front doors were almost five times as tall as Tin Man.  
  
"Wow."  
  
"Whoa."  
  
"Wuff."  
  
"Ah-choo!"  
  
The others looked to Scarecrow as he rubbed his red nose. The straw man
shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry," he said. "Poppies."  
  
"WHO DARES SEEK ENTRANCE TO THE EMERALD CITY?"  
  
The foursome gasped in unison, huddling together before the doors to the
fabled city. Eyes looked about, trying to find the source of the booming
voice.  
  
"U-um . . . w-we just want to see the Wizard," Dotti offered in a weak voice.  
  
"THE WIZARD IS NOT AVAILABLE FOR YOU."  
  
Dotti's shoulders fell. "But, please!" she called. "He's the only one who can
help me!"  
  
"HAVE YOU TRIED OPRAH?"  
  
Dotti exchanged perturbed looks with the others. "Is she here?" the girl asked
at last.  
  
Abruptly, a tiny, hidden door opened beside the more massive ones, and a
little person stepped out, in many ways resembling a Scrumpkin. He wore garb
that reminded Dotti of the Swiss Guard.  
  
"No, 'course she ain't here, lassie," he said irritatingly, his voice high-
pitched and heavily accented. "Whattaya think we are? Harpo Studios? This
'ere's the Emerald City, not the Miracle Mile! Now, off with ye!"  
  
"Please," Dotti begged. "We've come so far. Please let us see him!"  
  
The diminutive man scoffed. "Oh, so now it's all'a ye, eh? Saint's alive! Ye
'ave'ta _earn_ an audience with the Wizard, ye know!"  
  
"Then how can we earn an audience?" asked Tin Man, gripping his iron.  
  
The guard scratched his chin in thought. "Ye'll have ta speak ta MC Horse," he
said.  
  
"MC Horse?" queried Dotti.  
  
The guard leered, looking Dotti over in her tiny skirt, revealing blouse, and
sweat-sheened skin. "Aye, 'at's what we call 'im. Short for . . . well, ye'll
find out."  
  
A hopeful look crossed all their faces. "So, we can come in?" asked Dotti.  
  
The guard shrugged. "Aye, ye can come," he said, then winked. "If ye're up for
it."  
  
At the little man's gesture, the massive doors groaned as they moved, parting
and sweeping away. Before the amazed eyes of the four companions, the interior
of the citadel was revealed. There was a large central courtyard, the walls
all emerald, with a transparent dome through which sunlight was filtered.
There were strange people in all manner of fine clothing about, tall people,
short people, big people and little people. All looked to the newcomers as
they stepped tentatively across the threshold.  
  
"This . . . is the Emerald City!" cried the guard proudly, sweeping his little
arms wide.  
  
"Oh . . . gosh!" exclaimed Dotti, looking about in wonder. Music played from
some hidden source, filling the air, something light and lively. There were
booths along the circular walls of the courtyard, offering everything from
strange perfumes to unusual foodstuffs.  
  
"I've never seen anything like it," commented Tin Man.  
  
"This is spectacular!" claimed Lionel.  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "Hmm . . . it's nice, I guess."  
  
Dotti looked to the straw man, frowning as if insulted. "It's wonderful," she
insisted.  
  
He gave a wan smile. "Yes, of course it is," he said with a forced smile.  
  
Dotti stepped forward, peering about with amazed interest. Here, a four-armed
man juggled yellow balls in the air while spitting out gouts of flame. There,
a strange reptilian creature tap-danced upon a small circular stage. Beside
him was a short, fat man with a handlebar mustache, a large chirping cricket
upon his shoulder. The entire scene had a carnival atmosphere, with an
undercurrent of . . . something else.  

A smallish man in a jester's hat, holding numerous skewers of meat, appeared
before her. "Shish kabob?" he offered.  
  
Dotti looked the proffered food over. "Um . . . what kind of meat is it?"  
  
The man gave a blank look. "It's shish meat," he said. "That's why we call it
'shish kabob.'"  
  
Dotti shrugged. "Okay." Experimentally, she nibbled at the meat on the stick.  
  
"So, where's this MC Horse fellow?" asked Tin Man, avoiding a green-skinned
woman as she walked past. His eyes lingered upon the three exposed breasts on
her chest, golden chains attached to clamps on her nipples.  
  
"Oh, right on ta business, eh?" asked the guardsman. He gestured to Dotti.
"Least the lass has the presence o' mind ta get a bite ta eat!"  
  
Tin Man rolled his eyes. "We're very busy," he said gruffly.  
  
"Speak for yourself," commented Lionel, tearing into an enormous turkey leg.  
  
"No, come on," insisted Dotti, handing off her shish-kabob to a passing
steward. She grabbed Lionel's arm. "I want to see the Wizard as soon as we
can."  
  
With a roll of his eyes, the dwarf guardsman lead the way across the
courtyard. Dodging various performers and their audiences along the way, Dotti
and her companions found themselves being taken to what appeared to be a
large, padded dais, several feet high and wide enough that Tin Man could lay
down and not touch the edges.  
  
Upon the dais was an obese man with sleek, ebony skin. He was clad in what
looked like a golden kilt and wore a matching headdress. Every finger was
bedecked with golden rings, and numerous chains hung from around his nearly
non-existent neck.  
  
The guard stopped with a quick stomp of his foot, gesturing to the figure
above him. "Lord MC Horse," he said, then strode back through the crowd.  
  
Immediately, Dotti curtsied, and the others bowed their heads in turn. Atop
the padded dais, the rotund man arched an eyebrow in curiosity. He pressed a
button on a small device, and the dais began to recede into the floor,
bringing the man down with it. He stopped once his face was just above
Dotti's, and gazed upon her over his protruding belly.  
  
"So what the fizzle you be wantin', baby?" he asked in a boisterous voice,
showing gold teeth as he grinned.  
  
Dotti blinked at the man's unexpected words. Likewise, Scarecrow, Tin Man and
Lionel all shared wondering looks.  
  
"What did he say?"  
  
"'Fizzle?"  
  
"Yeah," boomed MC Horse. "Fizzle, fo' shizzle. Now, what's yo' biznet wit the
sizzle?"  
  
Lionel grunted in confusion. "Sizzle?"  
  
In response, Horse licked his finger, then touched one of his blubbery
pectorals while making a hissing sound. "That's the sizzle."  
  
Lionel looked back with a hopeless shrug. "I can't understand a word he's—"  
  
"Wait," interrupted Dotti. She faced MC Horse, took a breath as she
contemplated her words. "Yo, my sizzle," she said with a forceful air,
gesturing with her hands. "Me and the posse gots some tired feets after this
whack trip. We ain't in no mind fo' no bull shizzle, yo? We's here ta see Da
Man, and this be one phat li'l ho who gonna do what it takes to get my bizzle
on. Ya dig?"  
  
All around them, the entire courtyard had grown quiet. Astonished and amused
faces looked upon Dotti as she spoke to MC Horse in his own language.  
  
For a long moment, all that could be heard was the chirping of the large
cricket on the fat man's shoulder. Dotti stared up at the impassive face of
Lord MC Horse, wondering if she had gone too far, or said the wrong thing. Her
command of 'Snooptalk' was not the greatest, after all; she may have
misconstrued something.  
  
Finally, Horse broke out in booming laughter, his heavy belly shaking. "Yo,
now _that's_ the way ta cowgirl up!" he cried, rolling forward and reaching
for Dotti. With a relieved smile, Dotti climbed onto the dais and curled up
against the fat man's belly. There was a spicy-sweet aroma surrounding him
that Dotti found pleasant.  
  
"So, you want Da Man, huh?" asked MC Horse. "He is the Fuzz, y'know. The Fuzz
of Fuzz, y'get it?"  
  
Dotti nodded. "I dig, bro. I wanna shake that fuzz and get to the dirty."  
  
MC Horse grinned, looking lecherously over Dotti's body. "An' you fa'shizzle
can get the dirty, baby."  
  
"So what's the lowdown, MC?" she asked. "I gots ta bizzle with the wizzle."  
  
"Is that a fact?" he asked, then winked. "Well, if ya wants the wizzle, then
ya gots ta do the bizzle wit the swizzle."  
  
Dotti reared back slightly. "'Bizzle wit the swizzle?'"  
  
The large man grinned, easing back on his sizable rump. He unsnapped the kilt-
like garment covering him and let it fall open, exposing himself. "Fa'
shizzle."  
  
Dotti stared, astonished, at what lay before her. The man's large belly could
not overshadow the freakish length and girth of his cock. It lay like a python
across his right thigh, stirring slowly. Her heart fluttered nervously at the
idea of taking such an enormous appendage inside her. And her nervousness was
compounded by the numerous people in the courtyard, most of whom had returned
to their conversations, yet still watched them.  
  
"Now I know why they call you MC Horse," she muttered.  
  
He chuckled. "True dat."  
  
Dotti leaned over the edge of the dais, bringing her face close to those of
her companions. "What should I do?" she asked.  
  
"Does he want you to do what I think he wants you to do?" asked Tin Man
worriedly. Being the tallest of the three, he could see the fat man's naked
lap.  
  
Dotti nodded worriedly. "Uh-huh."  
  
His eyes bulged. "Fore!"  
  
Annoyed, Dotti smacked the metal man's head. "What do you think, Scarecrow?"
she asked.  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "Well, if what I gather from your conversation is correct,
then you may have no choice."  
  
Dotti's face paled. "I have to scrump with him?"  
  
Scarecrow nodded with a sage look. "I'm afraid so."  
  
"So what's the big deal?" asked Lionel. "Haven't you pretty much scrumped
everyone else you've met?" He winced as Dotti smacked him in the head.  
  
"Fine," she said. "If this is what I have to do to meet the Wizard." She
straightened and turned to MC Horse once more.  
  
Tin Man and Lionel, both rubbing the backs of their heads, looked to a
strangely-smiling Scarecrow. "What are you so happy about?" asked Lionel.  
  
Scarecrow bounced on the balls of his feet. "She didn't smack me," he said
simply.  
  
Positioning herself on her knees before Lord MC Horse, Dotti apprehensively
lifted the man's heavy phallus. It was a thick, warm, fleshy tube in her
hands, the purple head so enormous that she doubted it could fit. Her fingers
could not close around the shaft. Experimentally, she stroked up and down,
getting used to the feel. It began to harden somewhat, but Dotti reasoned a
penis so large would never stand up on its own.  
  
"So . . . how you want it, baby?" she asked.  
  
"Let's stir the pot, sweet thang," he rumbled, watching her. "How's about you
kiss the snake first?"  
  
Dotti managed a smile, lowering her head as Horse lay back. Holding the
titanic cock upright, she began kissing and licking all around the head. Her
squeezing, stroking hands kept a steady trickle of clear, thick fluid oozing
from the slit. Dotti sighed with pleasure at tasting the sweetness, and lapped
it all up.  
  
The crowd within the courtyard slowly encircled the dais, watching as Dotti
pleasured Lord MC Horse. Many muttered under their breath in awe, or gasped
with surprise as Dotti opened her mouth and sucked deeply on just the head of
the man's cock. Drool and pre-cum flowed down the shaft, which Dotti rubbed in
with her hands until the entire shaft glistened.  
  
Pulling her shiny mouth away, Dotti unsnapped her skirt and let it drop, then
tore off her blouse. Her stiff nipples gave away her arousal; where once she
had been intimidated by the mammoth cock, now she was encouraged.  
  
"The Ruby Panties!" someone cried.  
  
"Ruby Panties!" echoed another. "The girl is a Dom?"  
  
"Where is she from?"  
  
"What a nice bum!"  
  
Dotti glanced over her shoulder with smirk at that last remark. "I got it from
mum."  
  
So saying, she positioned herself in a squat over the obese man, holding his
slick shaft in one hand and pulling aside the panties with the other. All
watched as Dotti moaned, rubbing the bulbous head of MC Horse's cock against
her pink lips. They slowly parted, already moistened by her arousal. Dotti
pushed down, just a little, then eased back up, then pushed again. With each
slow plunge, the tip of the ebony man's impressive cock delved just a bit
further.  
  
"Is she really going to do it?" asked Tin Man, eyes wide.  
  
"There's no choice but to go through it," responded Scarecrow.  
  
"Don't you mean, go through _with_ it?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "That, too."  
  
Tin Man leaned back, looking past Scarecrow to a transfixed Lionel. "What do
you think, lion-man?"  
  
"Oh-h-h-h . . . ."  
  
Tin Man frowned. "Never mind."  
  
Atop the dais, Dotti grunted and sighed, finally getting just the head of MC
Horse's cock inside her protesting pussy. The incredible fullness was painful,
but also in pleasurable in a way Dotti had never anticipated. Her entire body
quivered as if she were on the verge of orgasm already. Firm breasts heaved up
and down as she alternately took deep breaths, held them, then let them out
with heated huffs.  
  
"That's the bizzle, baby," groaned Horse, lifting his head. His meaty hands
gripped Dotti's thighs and pushed her down.  
  
"Oh, gosh!" she cried as the massive cock suddenly surged up inside her. She
suddenly wondered if this was what it felt like to have a baby.  
  
_No_, she thought as she settled into a rhythm, rolling her hips in little
circles, squeezing his cock with her muscles. _It couldn't feel nearly as good
as this . . . ._  
  
Under the amazed and admiring eyes of her scores of onlookers, Dotti slowly
impaled herself nearly all the way upon the monstrous shaft. Her juices flowed
freely, rolling down Horse's shaft to his thick, laden balls. Once she had
forced as much of his broad length within her as she could, Dotti pulled up,
relishing the feel of all those bumpy veins. She grinned, then pushed down
once more, this time grinning. Her face glowed with her exertion and passion.  
  
"Fo' shizzle, my bizzle," she panted.  
  
MC Horse grinned. "Do me, baby."  
  
Eagerly, Dotti complied, balancing herself on her wide-spread legs, the taut
muscles of which stood out as she pumped up and down. She cupped her breasts,
pinched her nipples, even brought them to her mouth for an occasional lick.
Her dark pigtails bounced as her movements increased. The expression on her
face, her escalating moans and whimpers, signaled to all her impending orgasm.  
  
"Oh, my, she's about to cum!" someone cried.  
  
"Yes, and then some!" called another.  
  
Dotti's scream of ecstasy tore from her lungs, filling the air and shattering
glass all around. She shuddered, bounced, shook and convulsed, shoving down
harder than she had before, all but engulfing MC Horse's cock within her over-
stretched pussy. Her erotic convulsions proved too much for the man beneath
her.  
  
In the midst of her thrashing orgasm, Dotti found herself lifted, then laid
back upon the padded dais. MC Horse was now atop her, holding her legs apart
at the ankles as he thrust again and again. Her entire body glowed with rouge;
she could not form a coherent thought.  
  
"Now you gonna get it, baby!" roared MC Horse, jerking his saturated prick
from Dotti's gaping tunnel. He stroked the impressive shaft with both hands
over the heaving body before him.  
  
More gasps and murmurs of awe filled the courtyard of the Emerald City as
spurts of fluid jetted onto Dotti's body, splattering her breasts, neck,
stomach and thighs. Each gusher was of a different color -- green, red, blue,
orange, purple, yellow -- and mixed to form an erotic painting with Dotti's
body as the canvas.  
  
Inspired by passion, Dotti rolled up to capture the last burst -- that of
purest white -- upon her tongue. Rich as nectar and thick as pudding, she
savored the taste, pressing her lips to the still-oozing head and squeezing
the shaft in her hands to urge out every bit. MC Horse swayed on his knees,
smiling in bliss as Dotti nursed him through the last moments o his orgasm.  
  
With a last lick of her lips and a heady sigh, Dotti gazed up upon the man,
running her fingers through the different hues of thick juice on her body.
"Thanks for the fizzle, my bizzle."  
  
MC Horse chuckled, wiping his sweaty brow. "You said it."  
  
***  
  
"Gosh, that was an experience!" muttered Dotti after returning from the
courtyard's ladies' room. She found her three companions waiting for her. A
blush crossed her face for a moment, especially as she noted the impressed
looks upon the faces of those beyond her friends.  
  
Lionel grinned. "It was good for me, too, Miss Dotti," he said.  
  
She rolled her eyes with a smile. "So, are we ready to see the Wizard now?"  
  
"I sure am," said Tin Man, offering a hand to Dotti. "Will you let me escort
you? You don't seem to be walking well . . . ."  
  
Dotti took the grey-colored arm, wobbling a bit. "Thank you," she said. "No,
it isn't every day a girl gets a watermelon shoved up her cooch . . . ."  
  
_To be continued . . . ._




        The Wizard of Fuzz Ch. 02


_(Author's Note: Obviously, if you have not read the first chapter of this
magical, erotic epic, you may be at a loss as to what Dotti and her friends
have been through to this point. But if you have, I hope you enjoy this
naughty ride to its conclusion. I had more fun writing this twisted tale of
fantasy than with most of my other works, and I hope it shows. Enjoy.)_  
  
**_Part Two: Wizards and Doms and Heroes, Oh My!_**  
  
_We're in the Emerald City,_ Dotti thought with wonder. The diminutive guard
escorted the bedazzled teenaged girl and her friends -- Scarecrow, Tin Man,
and Lionel -- through the polished, jade-hued halls, finally leading them to
yet another enormous door. There, the guard spun about and gave them a grave
look.  
  
"Now, steel yerselves," he said. "Meeting the Wizard is not for the faint of
heart. Ye have been warned."  
  
Dotti, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel all nodded, and the guard went on his way  
  
Dotti took a breath, looked to her friends. "Ready?"  
  
"Ready!" they answered in unison.  
  
Dotti faced the doors, then, with a mighty shove, threw them open.  
  
The chamber that faced them was enormous, easily as large as the courtyard,
perhaps more so. Windows were set in the walls every ten paces or so, running
from floor to thirty-foot ceiling. There was not a single piece of furniture
to be seen; the floors and walls were bare, and everything glowed with a deep
viridian radiance. Toward the far end of the room was a small archway
concealed by a brass-colored curtain.  
  
Tentatively, Dotti stepped into the chamber, flanked by her companions. They
did not know what to expect, but the guard's eerie warning lingered in their
minds.  
  
"H-hello?" called Dotti, her voice echoing.  
  
"Shh!" exclaimed Tin Man. "Don't provoke him!"  
  
Doti nodded. "Right," she said. "We'll just wait, and be patient, and -- oh,
my gosh!"  
  
The air some fifteen feet before them shimmered, and then an image appeared,
slightly transparent, of a gigantic baby's face with deep green eyes, a blonde
swirl of hair at the top of it's head, and two protruding front teeth that
were fully revealed as it grinned.  
  
"WHO DISTURBS THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF FUZZ?" came the magnified impish voice.  
  
Dotti slapped a hand over her heart, her fear tempered by the comical
appearance of the giant floating baby head. She took a moment to gather her
wits, noting her companions doing the same . . . except for Scarecrow, of
course, who plucked at stray strands of straw jutting from beneath his hat.  
  
"_You_ are the Wizard of Fuzz?" asked Dotti in a loud voice.  
  
"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?"  
  
Dotti thought a moment. "I don't know . . . a wizard? You know, long robe,
staff, grey beard? Haven't you seen any of the _Harry Potter_ movies?"  
  
The baby face contorted and stuck out its tongue. "_PFRBRBET_! J.K. ROWLING
CAN SUCK MY DICK."  
  
Dotti gasped. "Now, that's just plain rude!"  
  
The baby face vanished abruptly with a small popping sound. The curtain at the
far end parted, cast aside by a stocky, pudgy man clad in a dark tailored
suit. He waddled out with quick steps, a hard look upon his wrinkled,
grandfatherly face. He had short-cropped wide hair and a round face with
smallish features.  
  
"Not if you knew her like I do," he said, coming to a stop before Dotti.
"Bitch stole all my ideas." He made an effort to smile amiably. "But, that's
all in the past. She has her millions, and I have my . . . anyway, what brings
you to me?"  
  
Dotti pointed, her brow wrinkled. "_You're_ the wizard?" she asked.  
  
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am the great and powerful Wizard of Fuzz," he
said. "I'm sure you pictured some inhumanly tall, emaciated, cloak-wearing
toothpick of a man, but, to be honest, I live quite well, and there's nothing
I can do about my height." He clapped his hands together, rubbed them
vigorously for a moment.  
  
"So, what is it you need?" he asked Dotti, then thrust out his palm to
interrupt any response. "No, wait, let me guess: You need . . . a love potion.
Yes, that's it! You're hot for the quarterback, but he's not interested. No
problem."  
  
Dotti began to say something as the Wizard continued, looking to Tin Man. "Ah,
well, you're problem is obvious. You need a tan. That's easily fixed. Now,
you, straw man, hmm . . . you look familiar—"  
  
"No!" cried Dotti, stamping her feet. "You've got it all wrong!"  
  
The Wizard looked to her, an insulted look on his face. "Oh, I don't think so.
I'm a wizard! What are you?"  
  
Dotti pouted, hurt. "I'm just a girl from Kansas," she said. "And I want to go
home. Oh . . . and I need some fuzz."  
  
The Wizard cocked a brow. "Kansas, you say?" he asked, interested. "As in . .
. the real world?"  
  
"Why . . . yes," said Dotti.  
  
Scarecrow held up a single finger. "Well, the concept of the 'real world,'
versus all possible worlds in the cosmos is a difficult thing to address.
Witness Einstein, and Kirkegaard—"  
  
The Wizard soured. "Now I recognize you," he said smartly, cutting the straw
man off. He looked back to Dotti with a smile. "Tell me what happened."  
  
Dotti drew a breath. "Well, it started like this . . . ."  
  
***  
  
". . . and that's how we got here," Dotti finished. The five of them sat about
on the floor, surrounding a large bowl of chips and salsa.  
  
The Wizard nodded. "Hmm. I think I can help you," he said.  
  
Dotti brightened, elated with hope. "You can? Oh, Mr. Wizard—"  
  
He held up his hands. "Please, call me Willie."  
  
Dotti smacked her lips together. "A wizard named Willie?" she queried.  
  
"What, you were expecting something more profound?" he asked wanly.  
  
Dotti balked. "Oh, well . . . no," she said. "I-I mean, Willie is a fine name
for a wizard! A very fine name!"  
  
"At any rate," he grumbled, casting a sidelong glance to the girl. "I can help
you all. However, before I can, I need you to do something for me."  
  
Lionel groaned, rolling onto his back. "I knew this was coming," he said.  
  
"Well, with you, that's a given," remarked the Wizard snidely. He addressed
everyone as he continued: "If you want me to grant the four of you what you
truly wish, first you must bring me something. It won't be easy, but then,
this is a quest, so of course it's not easy."  
  
Dotti gulped. "What do we have to bring you?"  
  
The Wizard stood, smoothed out his jacket. "Oh . . . just the magic dildo of
the Dom of the West," he said casually, regarding his nails.  
  
"What!" cried Dotti in alarm as she and her companions all shot to their feet.
"Didn't you hear anything we told you? The Dom wants to kill us!"  
  
The Wizard shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you aren't exactly asking for love
potions and tanning oils, now, are you? Sending you home? That's a pretty big
thing for a wizard. And curing _his_ erectile dysfunction, _his_ lack of
passion, _his_ lack of stamina—"  
  
"Okay!" exclaimed Dotti with a huff. "Jeez! But you gotta remember, Wiz, we
aren't exactly the Fellowship of the Ring, here. More like Alvin and the
Chipmunks."  
  
The Wizard settled his hands on Dotti's shoulders and gave her a sage look.
"You have strength, young one," he said as the shadows deepened in the room.
"You need only look into your heart, and you will find what you need there."  
  
Dotti's eyes wandered around warily, noting the change in light. "Um . . .
okay."  
  
The Wizard stepped back. "Now, go! Here, take this—" he produced a rolled-up
map from his sleeve and held it out. "—and don't return without the Dom's
dildo." With that, he turned on his heel and marched back toward the curtain.  
  
***  
  
Dotti was forlorn as the broad doors of the Emerald City closed behind them.
_With all I've gone through just to get here, _she thought_. Now I gotta go
find that evil Mrs. Gulp -- if it really _is_ her -- and steal her dildo._ She
shuddered for a moment, despite the warmth of the sun upon her.  
  
"Hey, there, Dotti, don't be sad now," said Tin Man in a soothing voice.
"We're all in this together. We'll get that dratted dildo from the despicable
Dom, just you see."  
  
"R-r-r-right!" enthused Lionel.  
  
Scarecrow smiled thinly. "Absolutely."  
  
Dotti smiled, patted Tin Man's cheek, then Scarecrow's. She refrained from
touching Lionel, however, knowing what that would do to him. Feeling somewhat
better, she unfurled the map in her hand and let the others crowd around.  
  
"Okay, let's see," she mused. "According to this, we should go . . . west."  
  
"Imagine that," muttered Scarecrow drolly.  
  
Dotti gave the straw man a perturbed look as Tin Man trailed his finger along
the map. "Hmm," he murmured. "Seems we have to go through the Sapphic Swamp to
reach the Dom's tower." He shuddered.  
  
"The Sapphic Swamp?" queried Dotti.  
  
Lionel growled. "That's not going to be easy," he said. "Imagine a bunch of
naked women running all over the place, ignoring you because you have a penis,
but then doing the most wicked things to each other . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .
Oh-h-h-h . . . ."  
  
Deftly, Dotti reached beneath the map and grabbed Lionel's twitching cock just
as it began spurting, and directed the spray toward the ground. "Hmm, that
doesn't sound too bad," she commented.  
  
"Yeah, but you're a girl, Dotti," said Tin Man. He gave her an ominous look.
"They're really gonna like you."  
  
Dotti shrugged, absently licking her dripping fingers. "So what's the big
deal?"  
  
Scarecrow leaned close. "Well, let's just say that the term 'eating pussy'
takes on literal meaning for them."  
  
Dotti's eyes bulged. "Ulp!"  
  
***  
  
After hours of walking along the Yellow Prick Road, the vast fields became
replaced with great, twisted trees that looked like oaks, yet had a sinister
feel to them. The bark was twisted, gnarled, like the skin on a mean,
toothless old man. The branches formed a canopy over the road, darkening the
rays of the sun and making shadows beyond the weathered trunks that seemed to
move as the foursome passed them.  
  
"We're almost to the Sapphic Swamp," whispered Tin Man, now holding the map
before him. He looked to the others. "Everyone keep a close eye on Dotti; we
don't . . ." he trailed off, his eyes wide as they darted about in alarm.
"Where is she?"  
  
Scarecrow whirled around, looking this way and that. Lionel jumped, an
apprehensive rumble sounding from his throat.  
  
"She was right here!" the lion-man exclaimed.  
  
"Well, she's not now!" cried Tin Man.  
  
Ahead, along the road, came a chorus of wicked, feminine giggles. Naked
feminine figures pranced quickly across the path, hoisting a familiar form on
their shoulders. Dotti struggled and tried to call out, but the hand over her
mouth kept her cries from being heard.  
  
"They've got her! Let's go!" boomed Tin Man, charging up the path, his golf
iron held firmly in his grip. Lionel loped after, snarling and frothing at the
mouth. Scarecrow, however, hung back, his eyes narrowing. With surprising
stealth, he slipped into the shadows of the trees . . . .  
  
***  
  
Dotti struggled against the grips of her captors as they carried her through
marshy waters toward a moss-covered island surrounded by trees. The air was
thick and cloying, causing beads of moisture to appear on her exposed skin.
Likewise, the dozen or so naked women -- whom, Dotti had to admit, were all
very attractive -- were practically dripping with perspiration. The air was
heady with numerous sweet aromas, not the least of which was of feminine
arousal.  
  
Roughly, Dotti was tossed onto the mossy island. Surrounded by naked, sleek-
skinned women, Dotti looked for a way out, but found herself surrounded.  
  
"Wh-what do you want from me?" she cried fearfully.  
  
But the women ignored her cries. Their eyes drank in the features of Dotti's
body approvingly. "Oh, she's a tasty one," said one of the naked women,
casually caressing her sweat-slicked breasts.  
  
"We should certainly have some fun," said another.  
  
"And then dinner when we're done."  
  
Dotti paled. "D-dinner?" she squeaked.  
  
The women lowered themselves to their knees around her, grinning both
seductively and hungrily. "Oh, don't worry," the nearest woman, with bright
blonde hair that was obviously natural, said. "We'll do a very thorough job of
seasoning the meat, first . . . ." As she spoke, she and the other women began
pulling on Dotti's clothes, untying the girl's blouse and unclipping the snap
of the skirt.  
  
Both intimidated and aroused, Dotti offered no protest as her clothes were
removed. "Wh-who are you?"  
  
The women all laughed girlishly. "We're the Sapphic Sisters of the Swamp, of
course," they said, tossing Dotti's garments away. Suddenly, they all gasped
in unison and sat back, mouths agape and eyes wide. Every gaze fell upon
Dotti's underwear.  
  
"The Ruby Panties!" exclaimed one of the Sisters.  
  
"So it _is_ true! She killed the Dom of the East!"  
  
The blonde-haired Sapphic Sister grinned widely. "And once we've eaten her, we
will be the Doms of the East," she said with an excited look in her eye.  
  
"Sister!" came a call. "We've captured her companions!"  
  
All heads turned -- and Dotti's lifted up -- as four more Sisters strode
through the swamp, carrying between them a long wooden pole. Hanging from that
pole, uncomfortably intertwined within a dank rope net, were Tin Man and
Lionel, looking utterly nonplussed. Proudly, the four Sisters brought the
stoic golfer and snarling lion-man to their blonde leader.  
  
"Excellent," gloated the blonde, steepling her fingers together. Her elation
vanished as she looked within the net. "Where's the third one? The straw man?"  
  
The four sisters exchanged looks, shrugging to one another. "We only found
these two," one of them finally said, the one carrying Tin Man's golf club.  
  
With an angry huff, the blonde snatched the club from her Sister's grip and
waved it around. "Go find him! Don't come back unless you have that damn
scarecrow!"  
  
Chastised, the four Sisters turned and trudged their way back through the
swamp, heads hung in shame. Tin Man and Lionel were left on the soggy ground,
helpless within the net.  
  
"Don't worry, Dotti, we'll figure out something," Tin Man reassured. Turned
away, against the metal man's back, Lionel growled in agreement.  
  
"Yeah, you're doing a real good job," drawled Dotti as the Sisters held her
arms and legs wide apart. She felt slippery, soft folds of flesh upon her
hands and fingers as two of the women sat on them. Others began licking up and
down Dotti's legs and abdomen. Despite her reservations, Dotti sighed softly
as warm mouths cupped her nipples and began sucking.  
  
"Not very dominant for a Dom, are you, little one?" quipped the blonde,
settling on her stomach between Dotti's splayed thighs. Her chin hovered just
above Dotti's crimson-covered pussy as she leered at the girl.  
  
Dotti put on her bravest face as she glared back. "You can't have my panties,"
she said.  
  
The blonde grinned evilly. "Not while you're alive, no," she said, then furled
her fingers beneath the gusset, brushing Dotti's sleek lips. "But I don't need
to have them off," she said, drawing the sparkling fabric aside. She licked
her lips, gazing hungrily upon Dotti's hairless vulva and swollen lips.  
  
"Don't worry, Dotti," the woman cooed, spreading the girl's lips apart. "Death
by orgasm isn't the worst way to go . . ." she trailed off with a contented
murmur, pressing her mouth to Dotti's sex.  
  
Despite the circumstances, Dotti could not help but moan in pleasure. The
blonde Sister's mouth was talented, to say the least, possessing a long,
wicked tongue that delved deep inside. She sucked and pulled on Dotti's
sensitive flesh, drawing the brunette's lips into her mouth, swabbed her
tongue around Dotti's clit in massaging circles.  
  
"Oh . . . oh, gosh," moaned Dotti, automatically pushing her pelvis up,
wanting to feel the pleasure the blonde Sister was giving her. At the same
time, she thrilled to the feel of the mouths upon her breasts and thighs, even
the tongues that lapped at her toes. Her hands gripped the succulent pussy
flesh of the women straddling them, her fingers sliding inside tight, warm
tunnels.  
  
Tin Man watched with undisguised interest as the Sapphic Sisters had their way
with Dotti. Those not close enough to the action occupied themselves with each
other, kissing, touching, licking one another. Despite his anxiety for their
predicament, Tin Man's eyes were glued to the sight of te blonde woman
thrashing her head back and forth between Dooti's spread legs.  
  
"Tin Man, what are they doing to her? I can hear her moaning!" Lionel asked
anxiously, unable to see what was going on. "Are they hurting her?"  
  
"Uh . . . it's better that I don't tell you," Tin Man answered. "It's just too
terrible."  
  
Lionel shuddered as he wept. "Oh, poor, poor Dotti . . . ."  
  
***  
  
"Mmmmff! Enough! Enough! Please!" cried Dotti, managing to disengage her face
from beneath the dripping pussy of a voluptuous Sister. Her body was quivering
from the series of orgasms she had at first enjoyed, then endured. Her cheeks,
neck and breasts glowed brightly; her nipples were harder and thicker than
they had ever been, swollen to a dark shade. Her breasts rose and fell as she
heaved for breath.  
  
The blonde Sapphic Sister lifted her glistening face, lips dripping with
fluid, from Dotti's sex. "Oh, not nearly enough," she cackled, licking her
lips in an exaggerated way. "You taste delicious, my dear. I hope the rest of
you is just as sweet."  
  
"Not that you'll find out!" cried a voice rich with bravado. The Sapphic
Sisters exclaimed in surprise and turned toward the sound of the voice, seeing
a figure perched in the trees above them. The blonde Sister narrowed her eyes,
pushing herself to her feet.  
  
"Scarecrow!" Dotti exclaimed breathlessly.  
  
"Scarecrow!" Tin Man gasped with surprised relief.  
  
"Scarecrow?" asked Lionel dubiously, trying to turn his head to look.  
  
"How did you get past my Sisters?" cried the blonde woman angrily, raising a
fist. "If you've—"  
  
She was interrupted as Scarecrow leapt from his perch, falling toward the
ground. With a gasp, the blonde woman scampered back, as did all the Sisters.
Scarecrow landed on the mossy hill in a squat, his feet on either side of
Dotti's over-pleasured body.  
  
"I've come for my friends," he said in an ominous tone. "And if you try to
stop me, you'll meet the same fate as your Sisters."  
  
The blonde scoffed. "What could you do to us?" she asked incredulously. Then
she frowned. "Wait. What _did_ you do to my Sisters?"  
  
"This," Scarecrow said simply, straightening over Dotti's prone body. He
twisted his torso slightly, lifting up his hands to display a practiced
martial arts stance. His left hand was extended toward the blonde, fingers
together, palm up.  
  
"Scarecrow?" asked Dotti from beneath him, starting to push up. "What's going
on?"  
  
"Stay where you are Dotti," he responded, not taking his eyes from the blonde.
"It will be easier if you don't move." Around them, the Sapphic Sisters were
forming a close circle, sneering and snarling.  
  
The blonde Sister suddenly laughed. "You're a fool, Scarecrow," she declared,
then also took a stance, arms extended away from her body, one legs lifted and
bent in classic 'crane' style. "I, too, have studied."  
  
Scarecrow's lips twitched slightly in a confident smirk. "Let's see how well
you've learned, then," he challenged.  
  
For a moment, no one moved. Everyone, everything, was silent, including the
bullfrogs of the swamp. Then, suddenly, the blonde woman let out a feral
screech and darted forth, lashing and striking at Scarecrow with well-aimed
blows. But Scarecrow blocked and deflected every attack, expertly smacking the
blonde's hands away with his forearms. The Sisters all watched in astonishment
as every attack their leader made fell wide of it's mark.  
  
Throughout the exchange, Scarecrow's feet never moved, keeping him poised
protectively over Dotti. His taunting smile remained as well, and grew as the
blonde became more and more frustrated. She snarled and spit, growing clumsy
in her efforts. Finally, she overextended herself, giving Scarecrow an
opportunity.  

Smack! Smack! Crack! Smack! Slap! The blows came fast and furious, his
movements little more than blurs before the astonished eyes of all who looked
on. The blonde-haired leader of the Sapphic Sisters reeled with each impact,
taking a few stumbling steps backward with a dazed expression on her face.
Blood trickled from one of her nostrils. Then her eyes rolled back in her head
and she tumbled back, into the swampy water.  
  
"Sister!" screeched the other women, and they surged forth, slashing and
clawing at Scarecrow. In a display of unnaturally efficient prowess, the straw
man became a whirlwind of movement, blocking and striking, spinning and
kicking, always remaining above Dotti. The girl gasped at the flurry of
violence above her, watching as naked female bodies went flying in all
directions.  
  
Finally, and sooner than anyone could have expected, it was over. The Sapphic
Sisters lay all about, most rendered unconscious, but all defeated. With his
typical stoic expression, Scarecrow looked down at Dotti in her nudity and
extended a helping hand.  
  
Amazed and stupefied, Dotti got to her feet, looking upon her lanky companion
with different, impressed eyes. "How did you do that?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "Being a scarecrow and a genius has its perks," he said.
"I've had a lot of time to read."  
  
Dotti suddenly laughed and hugged Scarecrow tightly. "Oh, thank God!" she
exclaimed. "If you hadn't saved me, those horrible women would have eaten me
to death!"  
  
Scarecrow patted the girl's sweaty back and released her. "Let's get the
others and get out of here."  
  
Dotti nodded firmly. "Yeah. Let's blow this joint."  
  
***  
  
_"Yeah. Let's blow this joint."_  
  
The wicked Dom of the West glared angrily into her simmering cauldron as the
scene faded. "No!" she screeched, frightening the strange creatures that
skittered about in her laboratory.  
  
"That little hussy!" fumed the Dom, stomping around the room. She clutched her
ebony magic dildo tightly in her red-nailed hand. "Everything I do . . .
someone comes along and saves her! It's maddening! It's infuriating! It's God
Damned _pissing me off!_" With an ear-splitting cry, she swept her arm through
the cluttered collection of potions and ingredients on a table, sending them
all shattering upon the floor and against the wall.  
  
"I'll get you, my pretty," she muttered, fuming.  
  
"Eh . . . Mistress?"  
  
The Dom whirled toward the misshapen little figure in the doorway. "WHAT!"  
  
The green-skinned goblin cringed slightly, but stood his ground. "Um, shall I
alert the Flying Monkies, Mistress?"  
  
The Dom frowned in annoyance and planted her hands on her hips. "The Flying
Monkeys," she said in irritation. "And just what the _fuck_ can they do?
They're _monkeys_ with _wings_!" She lifted her hands and waggled her fingers
while making a face. "Ooo! Scary!"  
  
The goblin servant swallowed nervously. "O-o-oh . . . kay . . . ."  
  
The Dom sighed, rolling her eyes. She ground her teeth for a moment. "We
aren't going to do anything but wait," she said at last. Her blood-red lips
split in a wicked grin. "I'll take care of the little slut myself."  
  
***  
  
"There it is," Dotti said ominously as the four of them stopped along the
Yellow Prick Road. The path sloped down steeply just before them, riding the
lee of a hill toward a dark tower in the distance. Thick, foreboding clouds
hung in the air above the edifice, churning and swirling but never moving
away.  
  
Tin Man took a deep breath. "How do we get in?" he asked, wringing his hands
upon the shaft of his iron.  
  
The four of them all stared at the tower, lightly scratching their chins and
narrowing their eyes in contemplation. "Hmm . . . ."  
  
"Is there any information on the map?" asked Scarecrow.  
  
Dotti held out the length of parchment, scanning it. Something caught her eye
and she looked closer. "Hmm, look at this," she said. "'Hit the cog to open
the drawbridge.'"  
  
"What does that mean?" asked Lionel with a growl.  
  
"It means we need to take a closer look," mused Scarecrow.  
  
***  
  
The land about the tower was dark with shadow. The swirling, portentous clouds
above kept any flowers from blooming and made the ground stark and lifeless.
The walls of the tower looked ancient and cracked, with dark ivy creeping
halfway up. The drawbridge was a towering portal, raised and set flush within
a high arch. There were no signs of sentries or guards; indeed, the tower had
the appearance of being deserted.  
  
"Are we sure this is the right place?" asked Lionel, looking about dubiously.  
  
Scarecrow gave the lion-man a bland look. "You see any other towers around
here?"  
  
Lionel scowled. "Well, where are all the people? Where's the Dom's henchmen?"  
  
Scarecrow shrugged. "Inside, I'd say," he said. "And they know we can't get
in."  
  
"Not unless we find the cog and hit it," Dotti pointed out.  
  
"So, let's find it," Tin Man said.  
  
The four of them began searching around the gate and the immediate grounds of
the castle, searching for anything that might be called a 'cog,' or anything
else of interest. But after patting the cracked stone walls and scrounging
through dead and dying underbrush, they came up empty.  
  
"Excuse me, but what are ye doing?" called a high-pitched, accented voice from
above.  
  
Four heads tilted upward, beholding a wiry-thin figure in an oversized helmet,
his face dominated by a wide, curled handlebar mustache. Gloved hands that
looked too big for the stunted figure rest atop the high edge of the
drawbridge, beneath the stone arch. The humanoid creature smacked thick lips
as it waited.  
  
"We're looking for a way in," said Dotti simply.  
  
"Well, ye can't come in," sputtered the sentry. "Only if ye have permission
from the Mistress can ye get entry, and ye don't. So, off with ye! Don't make
me fart in yer general direction!"  
  
"There's no need to be rude!" answered Dotti with a huff.  
  
"Ah, go pick some elderberries!"  
  
"Sure thing," snapped Tin Man. "Come down here, and I'll pull them out of
your—"  
  
"As much as I'm enjoying this witty banter," Scarecrow interrupted. "I think
we'd better look for another way in."  
  
"I think so, too," agreed Dotti. "I'm getting nervous just standing here."  
  
_Thp!_ A black-feathered arrow landed in the ground at her feet. With a gasp,
the four of them looked up, seeing numerous slits in the walls above which had
previously been covered. Over a dozen such slits could be seen, each with the
tip of an arrow protruding from it.  
  
"Ulp!" blurted Dotti. She looked to the others. "I think it's time to run
away, now."  
  
Abruptly, the four of them began running back along the path away from the
tower, just as the sharp twangs of bowstrings sounded. The arrows fell wide of
the mark, digging into the dirt and dead fields. All the way up the hill the
arrows chased them, until, it seemed, their range had been reached.  
  
Panting for breath, the foursome turned and watched the tower as the
drawbridge lowered amid a loud clanking sound. The same diminutive figure
which had taunted them was revealed to be standing on a platform above the
slowly-revealed archway, turning a crank attached to a small wheel.  
  
"Look, there's the cog!" exclaimed Dotti, pointing.  
  
Lionel growled. "Doesn't help us much, being way up here," he said. "We try to
get close enough, and those arrows will pick us off!"  
  
At the tower below, the drawbridge finally met the ground, and Scrumpkin-sized
troops marched out, some clad in armor and holding swords, others with bows.
They stood in a clustered group as the drawbridge was drawn back up, blocking
the way.  
  
"That's just great!" muttered Dotti, slapping her hands to her sides in
exasperation. "Now we have to get through them _and_ find a way to hit that
cog!"  
  
Tin Man mused in thought as the drawbridge rumbled closed. "Hmm. I can just
see the cog from up here."  
  
Scarecrow arched an eyebrow as he deduced what Tin Man was thinking. "What's
the distance, you figure?"  
  
Tin Man took a breath. "Eight, nine hundred paces . . . ."  
  
Dotti whirled around to face Tin Man as the grey-skinned golfer scratched his
chin. "Do you think you can do it?"  
  
Tin Man swallowed nervously. "I don't know . . . ."  
  
Dotti sidled closer, slinking against Tin Man and running her hand up the
inside of his thigh. "Maybe, if I, um, inspire you?" she cooed, cupping his
heavy sacs in her hand, rolling her fingers back and forth.  
  
He gave her a wan look as the girl fondled him. "Have you forgotten?"  
  
Dotti sighed, biting her lip in thought. And idea struck her, then, and she
grinned. "Tell you what," she said, lifting up on her toes. "If you can hit
that cog from here, once you get, um, your swing back, I'll let you . . ." she
trailed off as she whispered in Tin Man's ear. His dull grey cheeks darkened
quickly.  
  
"You'd let me do that?" he asked in an amazed and perhaps even aroused voice.  
  
Dotti grinned. "Yep. You'd be my first."  
  
Tin Man swelled with pride. "Stand back, young lady," he said firmly.  
  
The others gave Tin Man some room as he stood in profile to the tower below.
He dropped one of his two balls to the ground, nudged it into place with his
foot. He took a few practice swings, switching his eye from the ball to its
intended target, so far away. What he had to hit seemed nearly impossible to
do so, especially since the cog was partially blocked by the little goblin-
like figure beside it.  
  
He centered himself, closed his eyes a moment as he breathed. With the
encouragement gained from Dotti, he slowly drew back the iron . . . .  
  
"You can do it, Tin Man!" exclaimed Lionel in encouragement.  
  
Tin Man stumbled halfway through his backswing, emitted a low groan.  
  
"Shh!" hissed Dotti, glaring at Lionel and pressing a finger to her lips.
Scarecrow rolled his eyes.  
  
Lionel looked sheepish. "Sorry."  
  
"Can I continue, now?" asked an irritated Tin Man.  
  
"Yes, Tin Man, we'll all be quiet now," assured Dotti.  
  
The golfer nodded, returned his concentration where it belonged. A few more
practice swings, and he was ready. He drew back, arcing the club high above
and behind his head, then . . . .  
  
_Crack!_ With a mighty swing, Tin Man sent the ball shooting through the air
as if sent from a cannon. It arced in the air, all but disappearing as it sped
toward it's target. The four of them watched with anxious eyes as the dimpled
ball rocketed down out of the sky, straight for the top of the gate.  
  
_Thunk!_  
  
The goblin upon it's perch suddenly pitched back, falling out of sight after
being struck between the eyes. The ball disappeared.  
  
"Damn!" cursed Tin Man, kicking at the ground.  
  
"It's okay," Dotti said soothingly, stepping up behind the golfer, pressing
her body to his back. She slid her hands around, grasping his cock and balls,
stroking and fondling as she spoke: "You've got one more ball. Just remember
what I said, imagine how good's that gonna feel when I let you do that . . .
."  
  
Tin Man trembled, gave Dotti a casual grope on her thigh that made her squeal.
The girl stepped back, and Tin Man dropped another ball to the ground. The air
was quiet as Tin Man lined up his second and last shot. He took his time,
cleared his mind, drew back the club, and—  
  
_Crack!_  
  
"Go, go, go!" chanted Dotti, quickly joined by the others as they watched the
ball follow nearly the same path as before. Anxiety was telling on their faces
as the ball sped down through the air . . . .  
  
_Clunk!_  
  
The cog was knocked loose, and without that tiny wheel holding the tension in
the ropes attached to the drawbridge, the massive wooden portal suddenly
lurched forward and toppled to the ground, unceremoniously crushing the
gathering of goblins before it with a terrific impact. A huge cloud of dirt
and dust exploded in all directions around the now-lowered drawbridge, along
with a few helmets and weapons.  
  
"You did it!" squealed Dotti, jumping into Tin Man's arms, wrapping her arms
and legs around him. She smothered her mouth against his, kissing him deeply.
Tin Man moaned softly.  
  
Abruptly, Dotti jerked back, a surprised expression on her face. "Did I just
feel a twitch?" she asked.  
  
Tin Man blushed. "Uh, must have been an itch."  
  
Dotti glanced down to where her groin was pressed against his. "Hmm, maybe it
was just a glitch."  
  
"Um, excuse me," interrupted Scarecrow. "But before you two get hitched, I
think it's time to ditch."  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes. "Oh, son of a—"  
  
"He's right," Tin Man interrupted, setting Dotti on her feet. "There's no time
to waste."  
  
Dotti huffed, then grabbed her companions' hands. "All right, then, let's get
that dildo!"  
  
***  
  
The Dom of the West huffed and fumed, pacing in her laboratory high within the
tower. Her goblins routed by a single strike from, of all things, a golf ball.
And now that displaced Kansas hussy and her friends were making their way up
through the tower.  
  
The Dom stopped her pacing, facing the door to her sanctum. _They're coming_,
she thought, hearing a ruckus in the stairwell beyond the portal. _Well, let
them come. I am not helpless._  
  
The door burst open under the kick of Scarecrow, slamming hard against the
wall beside it. He jabbed a finger at the Dom in her polished leather finery,
shoots of straw tumbling to the floor. "We've come for the cock!" he cried
valiantly.  
  
The Dom bristled, clutching the glossy ebony phallus at her side. "And what
would you do with it, straw man? I didn't think your shaft bent in that
direction."  
  
Dotti stepped around Scarecrow, holding to a brave face even as she trembled
inside. Tin Man and Lionel appeared in the doorway and took their places to
either side of the straw man.  
  
"You have something that belongs to me, Mrs. Gulp," Dotti said. "I'm here to
take it, and your magic dildo."  
  
The Dom sneered. "Oh? And what could that be?" she asked mockingly. Her other
hand reached behind her back and produced a small silver orb. "Oh, look. What
is this? TOTO? What a sweet little thing it is . . . ."  
  
Dotti glared. "That's mine! Give it back!"  
  
The Dom cackled. "You want it?" she baited, then jerked aside the narrow strip
of leather the covered her sex, revealing snow-white pubic hair just above her
smooth lips. Quickly, she pressed the silver TOTO against her pussy, and Dotti
watched with horrified eyes as the little sphere was swallowed up inside the
mature woman's tunnel. The Dom grinned, eyes fluttering as she felt the
sensations within her.  
  
Dotti gasped. "You . . . you . . . witch!" she cried, and darted forward.  
  
"Dotti!" cried Tin Man in alarm. But his warning came too late. As Dotti
charged the Dom, the leather-clad woman snapped up the magic dildo, aiming it
at the girl. A gout of flame shot out, devouring the air between them. With a
terrified scream, Dotti pitched to the side, just barely avoiding the long
tongue of flame, and collided hard with a work table. She slumped to the
floor, stunned.  
  
"AHH!" screeched Scarecrow, waving his arm as flames began feeding hungrily.
Soon, his entire arm was practically a bonfire. "Water!" her shrieked.
"Water!"  
  
"Here!" cried Lionel, finding a large bucket along the wall. Swiftly, he
hurled its contents at Scarescrow, the water within dousing the flames. But
more water surged out, splashing onto the Dom, coating her head to toe.  
  
"Sprrtt!" spat the Dom, glaring at Dotti's companions. "You pathetic cretins,"
she breathed ominously. Ignoring the girl on the floor, the Dom advanced upon
her friends, threatening with the dildo. "You know nothing! You're all
pathetic! You're much-vaunted Wizard has sent you on a suicide mission!"  
  
As the Dom ranted, Dotti sat up on the floor, settling a hand to her head. Her
vision cleared after a moment, and she watched as, back to her, the Dom
threatened her friends. From her vantage point, the girl could see the quick-
release clasp on the back of the Dom's G-string. Dotti realized she had but
one chance.  
  
Scrambling to her feet, Dotti dashed forward, reaching out to the Dom's hips.
A quick grip, then a jerk, and the G-string was ripped away.  
  
"Wha-a-at!" screeched the Dom, whirling about, the fine silver hairs of her
pussy revealed. She glared at Dotti. "You give that back!"  
  
Dotti snickered, holding up the garment tantalizingly as she backed toward
another table, this one practically uncluttered. "Come and get it," she
teased. Beyond the Dom, Dotti could see her companions following the wicked
woman, fanning about to surround her.  
  
"You hussy!" growled the Dom, nearing as Dotti met the table behind her and
hoisted herself atop it. The snow-haired woman began to spout more, but she
stopped as Dotti fluttered up her skirt, revealing the glittering ruby
panties.  
  
The Dom stopped, transfixed by the sight of the glowing undergarments and the
puffy vulva they barely covered. She did not notice as she was flanked by
Lionel and Tin Man.  
  
Dotti grinned, lifting and spreading her legs widely as she reached down and
drew aside the gusset of the scarlet panties. Her flushed, pink-lipped pussy
practically glowed. "You want it?"  
  
The Dom whimpered a moment, her confidence wavering. Self-consciously, she
licked her lips as she eyed Dotti's slick pussy, a trickle of wetness
dribbling over the girl's perineum.  
  
But just as the Dom dove face-first, Dotti rolled off the table. The strong
hands of Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Lionel grabbed the leather-clad woman and
hoisted her onto the table, throwing her down onto her back. They held her
arms and legs, spreading them wide. Tin Man jerked the long, thick black dildo
from the Dom's hand and tossed it to Dotti.  
  
Coming up between the woman's spread thighs, Dotti stroked the impressive fake
phallus as she fluttered her tongue about the head. Lifting her head from the
table, the Dom watched the girl with a pained, needy expression.  
  
"D-don't," begged the Dom weakly.  
  
Dotti grinned, leaned over the table and bringing her face close to the Dom's
exposed pussy. Sleek, slender lips fanned out from between slightly puffy
vulva, glistening with tell-tale moisture. "Oh, I think I will," Dotti
muttered, then lowered her face.  
  
The Dom stiffened, jerking her head back as the girl began sucking and licking
her. Dotti made loud smacking and slurping sounds as she feasted between the
Dom's parted thighs. Her companions watched with varying degrees of interest
as the raven-haired teen serviced the mature woman.  
  
"Oh! Oh, no," sputtered Lionel, his cock twitching as he held the Dom's
shoulders down.  
  
Scarecrow was quick to direct. "In her mouth! Now!" he ordered.  
  
Lionel quickly complied, jerking the Dom's head back, making her red-lipped
mouth fall open. With a groan, he shoved his nearly-bursting cock past the
woman's lips, all the way into her throat. The lion-man shook as he
ejaculated, forcing the woman to devour his seed. The Dom's throat rippled as
she swallowed automatically.  
  
Dotti sucked the Dom's long, stiff clit, pulling it out from her sex, finally
letting it go and watching it retract back into place. Licking her shiny lips,
the girl pushed the broad head of the dildo against the opening of the Dom's
pussy, watching as the pink lips within stretched and sucked upon the jet-
colored intruder.  
  
"Hmmmph!" groaned the Dom, her mouth still stuffed with Lionel's cock. She
arched her back deeply, pushing down with her hips whilst simultaneously
pressing her lips to the base of Lionel's dick.  
  
"Oh-h-h-h, lord!" roared the lion-man, launching yet another salvo of pungent
cream. But the Dom sputtered, pulling back, thick white cream flowing from her
parted lips around Lionel's twitching cock. It splashed down her upturned face
and into her hair, or splattered to the floor below.  
  
With her palm against the base of the magic dildo, Dotti shoved the phallus
deep inside the woman. She twisted back and forth, grinding, pushing.  

"Mffaaaagghhh!" cried the Dom, screaming around Lionel's continuously
ejaculating cock. As spurts of fluid splashed her chin, mouth and lower face,
the Dom convulsed in orgasm, which was quickly followed by another, then
another, and another . . . .  
  
It wasn't long before the woman was thrashing uncontrollably upon the table,
her legs spasming in the tight grips of Scarecrow and Tin Man. Her body
writhed back and forth, her contorted face, dripping thickly from Lionel's
semen, showing the nearly painful sensations she experienced.  
  
"No! No! NO!" screamed the Dom, all but lifting her body off the table as she
erupted yet again. Both the black dildo and the silver TOTO ball were
forcefully ejected from her gushing cunt, and a spray of warm, bittersweet
fluid splashed across Dotti's face. Wanting that one last triumph, Dotti
shoved her face between the convulsing woman's thighs, sucking heartily upon
her flowing pussy.  
  
"Wh-what are you doing?" screeched the Dom as she shook. Her eyes flew open
wide for a moment. "N-no! I-I'm melting! I-I-I'm melti-i-i-i-i-ng . . . ."  
  
The four of them -- Dotti, Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel all took a step back
from the table, watching as the wicked Dom of the West literally melted into a
thick, green, gooey pile of sludge upon the table.  
  
"Wuff!" exclaimed Dotti, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She
looked to her companions and grinned, holding up the long black dildo in one
hand and her treasured TOTO in the other. "We did it!"  
  
"Uhn . . . a little too much . . . ."  
  
All eyes looked to Lionel as he staggered back, clutching his groin. "Are you
okay?" asked Tin Man, concerned.  
  
Lionel's eyes crossed as he toppled back. "Oooo-wah!" he sputtered just before
passing out on the floor.  
  
***  
  
The courtyard of the Emerald City was abuzz with excitement at the
anticipation of the return of the unlikely heroes. Spotters high up upon the
citadel's battlements had sighted Dotti and her friends as they returned along
the Yellow Prick Road. By the time the foursome reached the massive jade
doors, they found them open, a joyous reception awaiting beyond.  
  
Beaming proudly, Dotti lead the way into the courtyard. Where once he had been
rude, the doorman was now grinning as he took Dotti's hand. "You've impressed
us quite sufficiently," he said. "By dealing with the Dom so efficiently."  
  
Dotti smiled sweetly upon the lilliputian. "I feared we lacked proficiency,"
she admitted. "But we succeeded through our cogency."  
  
"All hail Dotti!" boomed a deep voice. The haggard girl looked upon MC Horse
as the large man stood upon his raised dais, thunderously clapping his hands
together. The applause was soon echoed by all within the courtyard as Dotti
and her friends climbed into a waiting carriage. The air was soon filled with
singing:  
  

_"Ha-ha-ha and ho-ho-ho, and a hearty old buzz-buzz-buzz_  
  

_We have such a wonderful time, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

_Hmm-hmm-hmm and bump-bump-bump, all of it just because_  
  

_From scrumping to humping, we do it all, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

  
  

_We're up at the crack (of dawn), and go one by one_  
  

_Take our time with each other until we're done_  
  

_Jolly good fun!_  
  

  
  

_Ha-ha-ha and ho-ho-ho, and a hearty old buzz-buzz-buzz_  
  

_We have such a wonderful time, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

_Spank-spank-spank and whip-whip-whip, oh what all that does_  
  

_That's how we keep things interesting, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

_Rub, rub here, rub, rub there, but it isn't all just lust_  
  

_We're all like a loving family, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

  
  

_We make the hardest cock rock, the limpest take stock_  
  

_Here, even a fairy can be a jock (they can?)!_  
  

_Jolly good luck!_  
  

  
  

_Lick-lick-lick and lash-lash-lash, every woman is in a buzz_  
  

_We like to please the fairer sex, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

  
  

_Ah-ah-ah, Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh_  
  

_That's how we love the day away, here in the Land of Fuzz!_  
  

_Ah-ah-ah, Oh-oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh_  
  

_That's how we love the day away, here in the Land of Fuzz!"_  
  
The four of them -- even Scarecrow -- were smiling broadly by the time the
carriage made its way around the courtyard to the small landing before the
hall to the Wizard's chambers. With the assistance of more guards, Dotti and
her companions were lead from the carriage and escorted to the doors beyond
which Willie the Wizard awaited them.  
  
"This is it, Dotti," Tin Man said with a smile. "I'm finally going to get
hard."  
  
"And I'm finally going to feel something," added Scarecrow.  
  
"And I'll be able to nail tail with the best of 'em!" roared Lionel.  
  
Dotti cast her eyes to the ground. "And I'll get to go home," she said in a
small voice.  
  
Tin Man frowned at the girl's reaction. "But, don't you want to go home?" he
asked. "I mean, after we all have mad, wild group sex, that is."  
  
Dotti's shoulders rose and fell heavily. "It's just . . . you're my friends,"
she said, looking to each of her companions in turn. Her eyes were watery and
wide with emotion. "I wish I could take you with me."  
  
"But this is our home, Dotti," Scarecrow said sagely. "And your home is, well
. . . somewhere over the rainbow, I guess."  
  
Dotti sniffled, rubbed her nose. "Well, at least we'll have a good scrump
before I go."  
  
"That's the spirit!" growled Lionel.  
  
Scarecrow patted Dotti's shoulder, then reached for the door. "No sense
putting it off," he said, and shoved the door open.  
  
As before, the chamber beyond was spacious and uncluttered, but instead of a
ridiculously grinning giant baby face hanging in the air, the round-bodied
Wizard of Fuzz stood patiently in the center of the chamber, hands clasped
before him.  
  
"Welcome back," he said with a smile. "And what do you have for me?"  
  
The foursome strode into the room, side-by-side, and stopped a few paces from
the suited Wizard. Dotti cradled the long black dildo in her hand for a
moment, then held it out casually. "Here."  
  
The Wizard nodded, taking the phallus from Dotti's hands. He casually sniffed
it, brow furrowing, then addressed the heroes of the day. "You've all done a
wonderful thing for Fuzz," he said. "The Wicked Doms have been dealt with for
good, and peace, love, and the pursuit of great casual sex has at last
returned to this land. We have you four to thank for that. Therefore . . . ."  
  
The Wizard turned and headed toward the end of the room, where a small throne
sat atop a four-tiered platform. There lay a simple wooden box upon it, which
the pudgy man opened. He turned back to Dotti and her companions, standing
over them atop the highest step.  
  
"You have done what you promised, so I will do the same," he said with a
smile. "Scarecrow."  
  
The straw man took a step forward, hands clasped behind his back. "Yes,
Wizard?"  
  
"You claim you feel nothing. No passion, no desire, no pain or pleasure."  
  
Scarecrow looked impassive. "Not a thing," he agreed. "Not even Dotti turns me
on . . . though I sure wish she would."  
  
The Wizard jabbed a finger at the straw man. "See? You _wish she would_! You
can feel, Scarecrow. You've just been desensitized. All those years, hanging
off a wooden post, nothing but birds and books to keep you company. What you
need is . . . this."  
  
The Wizard took a small device from within the book. "This is a PDA. Amazing
device. Through my magic, it is permanently linked to a wonderful little
website called _Literotica_. All sorts of stories to trigger that libido of
yours that remains hidden beneath all that straw."  
  
Scarecrow's eyes widened as he accepted the device. Immediately, he turned it
on and stared at the glowing screen. "Oh, wow . . . ."  
  
The Wizard beamed, turned his attention to Tin Man. "Now, as for you, my
metal-skinned friend, your problem is not exactly unheard of. In fact, if you
believe mainstream advertising -- and they can't be wrong -- quite a number of
men suffer from erectile dysfunction. This is what you need."  
  
The Wizard produced a bottle from the box and held it out for Tin Man. "It's a
potent potion. I call it . . . Viagrax. A one-dose cure, I guarantee it."  
  
Tin Man took the tiny bottle, holding it reverently. He grinned excitedly and
immediately pulled the stopper. As the others watched, he gulped down the
contents within.  
  
The Wizard chuckled, looked to the expectant lion-man. "Now you, dear Lionel."  
  
"Yes?" he asked hopefully.  
  
"Your problem, actually, is a more basic one. You just need a little . . .
pressure, in the right places. And for that, I have devised . . . this." From
the box, the Wizard took a loop of plastic with a small, bulbous attachment.
"This fits around your, eh, phallus. Right around the base. Go on, put it on."  
  
Under the interested and watchful gaze of his companions -- save Scarecrow,
who was immersed in the device he held, eyes darting back and forth as he read
-- Lionel took the dark ring and slid it down around his cock. He winced as it
squeezed the base, then sighed.  
  
"Go on, Dotti," urged the Wizard. "Flash him."  
  
Dotti giggled, then fluttered up her skirt and jerked the front of her ruby
panties down. Lionel stared a moment, moaning as he shuddered, then suddenly
stopped. He smiled, looking down at his erect penis, from which no premature
spurting of fluid erupted. His face glowed as he laughed in relief.  
  
"That's incredible!" he cried, and thumped his chest.  
  
The four all exchanged hugs, though Dotti's happiness seemed muted, tempered
by the conflicting emotions in her mind. Her eyes wandered back to the Wizard.  
  
"And, Dotti," the Wizard intoned. "You need fuzz, and a way home."  
  
Dotti nodded. "I guess so," she said.  
  
"Well, the first part is easily solved. Stop shaving down there! What is it
with you American girls, anyway? What, a pre-pubescent pubic mound is
attractive? I say, no! Let the fuzz grow! Nothing tickles the pickle like a
nice soft patch of fur, I say."  
  
Dotti blushed. "Okay," she said. "Maybe I can retire the razor. But, what
about . . . you know—"  
  
"Going home?"  
  
Dotti simply nodded.  
  
The Wizard exhaled loudly. "There's only one way to get you home," he said.
"And that's if I take you myself."  
  
Dotti breathed in sharply. "Can you?"  
  
"Yes, can you?" asked Tin Man anxiously.  
  
The wizard cast his eyes downward. "Many years ago, I was a balloonist," he
said. "I was commissioned to make a most spectacular balloon for the Macy's
Thanksgiving Day Parade. Yes, that's right, Dotti, you and I come from the
same world."  
  
The girl stared, perplexed and astonished.  
  
The Wizard continued: "So I did. I created the biggest, most wonderful balloon
in the world. However, since the work was commissioned by Adam &amp; Eve, the
world's largest supplier of adult material in the world at the time . . . ."  
  
Dotti gasped. "What was the balloon?"  
  
The Wizard shrugged. "Only the largest phallus ever created by man," he said,
then rolled his eyes. "I'm convinced the backlash only came about because my
balloon followed the Lion King float . . . you know how those Disney people
can be."  
  
Dotti was enraptured. "So, what happened?"  
  
The Wizard huffed. "Some 'activists' attacked my moorings. Next thing I know,
the balloon is flying way up high in the sky, with nothing to hold it down.
And me, the only passenger. I left the city behind, and went . . . well, over
the rainbow. Next thing I know, I'm here in Fuzz. The landing was a bit
unpleasant, but the reception . . . well, I have to say it was . . . very
satisfying."  
  
Dotti rolled her eyes. "You still haven't told me how I'll get back home," she
said.  
  
The Wizard clapped his hands together loudly. "I have rebuilt my balloon," he
declared. "All I needed was one last ingredient, a power source to ignite the
fire. That is what the Dom's dildo was for." He held up the ebony phallus,
admiring it.  
  
Dotti's brow furrowed. "So . . . you used us, just so you could get home?"  
  
Willie the Wizard shrugged. "Pretty much," he acquiesced. His face softened in
a patronizing smile. "Oh, come now. You did everything you could just to get
to this point. Is it so hard to believe that others might do the same?"  
  
Dotti looked petulant. "But you can get me home, can't you?"  
  
The Wizard hefted the dildo in his hand, smiling confidently. "With this, I
can do practically anything," he said. "But it will take me some time. Come
back in the morning."  
  
Dotti sagged for a moment, then brightened, looking to her three companions.
"Oh, in the morning, you say? Well . . . I guess I could find something to do
until then . . . ."  
  
***  
  
Dotti sat, somewhat nervously, somewhat anxiously, upon the large round bed in
the quarters granted her by the Wizard. The lights were dimmed; champagne and
bottled water sat chilled within stands to either side. As the doors opened,
Dotti tried not to tremble with excitement.  
  
"Hello, Dotti," three voices said in unison.  
  
Dotti smiled, her eyes still on the floor as she licked her lips. "Hello,
boys," she said, then drew aside the flimsy silk robe that covered her. Only
the ruby panties kept the girl decent. Slowly, she lifted her head, her
lascivious smile evident upon her face.  
  
Tin Man stepped forward, his enormous, erect cock leading the way. "I have
something for you, Dotti."  
  
Scarecrow appeared on Tin Man's side, also sporting a stiff erection, and
grinning as well. "Me, too."  
  
"And me!" exclaimed Lionel, his hard cock framed at the base by the new ring
of plastic.  
  
Dotti grinned and licked her lips hungrily. "Give it to me," she whispered
huskily. She scooted back on the bed and stretched out, excitedly anticipating
the joys her lovers would give her. Tin Man and Lionel came around the sides
of the bed, while Scarecrow, his face broad with a grin, crawled on his hands
and knees between the girl's thighs. He pushed the girl's lean legs apart,
eyeing her barely-concealed sex hungrily.  
  
"There's something I want to do for you, Dotti," he whispered, settling
himself on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. Slowly, gingerly, he peeled
away the panties that covered her dewy pussy. The sweet, moist pink lips that
seemed to pout out toward him had the straw man's heart palpitating. Her rich,
youthful aroma soaked into his senses; he breathed in deeply.  
  
"Oh, God, please do it," moaned the girl, even as her hands were placed around
turgid shafts. Automatically, she began stroking Tin Man and Lionel. She
sighed deeply in pleasure as she felt Scarecrow's tongue slip out and lick up
and down between her lips, making them swell and part wetly.  
  
Spreading her legs wide, Dotti urged Scarecrow on even as she turned her head
and opened her mouth for Lionel's cock. The blonde-furred man shuddered in
pleasure, yet, as the sweet blowjob continued, he did not lose his load as
quickly as he had before. He purred as he eased his hips back and forth,
watching Dotti's red-lipped mouth sucking his length.  
  
"Me, me," urged Tin Man, turning Dotti's head. The girl popped Lionel's wet
cock from her mouth and giggled as she looked upon the magnificent phallus Tin
Man offered her. Long and thick, Dotti wondered if she could even get her
mouth around it. But she did, taking the staff in hand and stretching her lips
about the head. Tin Man groaned as he felt the damp heat of her mouth, the
thrashing presence of the girl's tongue across his sensitive crown.  
  
"Oh . . . oh, Dotti," he moaned, gently taking her head in his hands and
rocking back and forth. "That feels so good . . . ."  
  
"Mmmm!" she exclaimed, pushing her hips out, mashing her soppy sex against
Scarecrow's mouth. The straw man responded quickly, licking and sucking
fervently, slipping his tongue deep and stimulating the girl's clitoris.
Lionel leaned over, kneading and massaging Dotti's breasts, lapping at her
nipples with his rough, catlike tongue.  
  
Dotti bucked as she came, feeling that wonderful rush as her juices gushed
out, devoured by Scarecrow's lips and tongue. She held his head close to her
spasming pussy as she continued to service Tin Man, keeping him ready. Her
glistening mouth finally popped free, and as Dotti stroked him over her face,
she looked up at Tin Man.  
  
"I made you a promise," she said huskily.  
  
Tin Man grinned with anticipation. "Are you ready?"  
  
Dotti giggled. "Mmm, as well as I could be, right now . . . mmm, yeah, baby,"
she murmured, turning over until she was on all fours. She smiled up at Lionel
as the hairy lion-man stood before her, his stiff cock ready. Lavishly, she
licked along the stiff length, nuzzled her lips in the soft hair surrounding
his balls. She lapped at the dribble of clear sweet fluid that seeped from the
tip if his dick.  
  
"Oh, Dotti," he moaned.  
  
Her eyes flashed, then clouded over as Tin Man, on his knees behind the girl,
pushed the fat head of his cock against the girl's virgin sphincter. He
watched as that tight ring of muscle, slick with the girl's natural juices,
slowly stretched around the penetrating head of his dick.  
  
"Uhn!" Dotti groaned, whimpering in both discomfort and need. Her taut
buttocks quivered as she pushed back, even as she grimaced against the
intrusion. "Ohmm . . . Oh, God, Tinny . . . slow, slow, slow . . . mmm, yeah,
that's it . . . ."  
  
Tin Man sighed aloud as the head of his thick cock popped inside little
Dotti's rectum. The heat within her was unbearable, yet intensely pleasurable.
With a long, slow, steady push, he sunk more of his length within the girl's
backside, watching as that no-longer-virgin opening swallowed his staff.  
  
Meanwhile, Scarecrow had slid onto his stomach beneath the girl, and now
looked up at an amazingly erotic sight. Dotti's pussy was plump and swollen,
the lips bunched up because of the massive intruder that filled her rectum.
His cock twitched above his groin, but only for a moment before Dotti grabbed
it firmly and sucked the pulsing head into her mouth.  
  
"Oh! Dotti!" he groaned. "So beautiful, so sexy, so . . . so good . . . ." He
lifted his head and began licking along her puffy slit, digging out her
clitoris with his tongue. Every movement he made was matched by one of the
girl's own as she stuffed his long cock into her mouth and throat, bobbing up
and down rapidly, sucking and slurping with enthusiasm. The thick dark tails
of her hair bounced on either side of her head as she serviced the straw man.  
  
But Lionel was not to be ignored, and while Tin Man continued his determined
invasion of Dotti's tight back door, the impassioned girl switched back and
forth between Lionel's cock and the straw man's, sucking them both deeply in
turn. The lion-man growled his pleasure, sinking all the way into Dotti's
throat until he had no more length to give. The rippling motions of her throat
were maddening; he could not express his happiness now that he was fully able
to enjoy the sensations.  
  
Dotti began shaking and shuddering once Tin Man's cock was buried to the hilt,
his heavy balls resting against her sopping slit. Scarecrow tickled her
throbbing clitoris with just the tip of his tongue, gripping her trembling
hips in his hands. He watched her clit darken and shrink as the girl's orgasm
tore through her.  
  
"Mmm! Mmm!" came the girl's muffled cries, clawing at Lionel's hips and
abdomen with one hand, furiously masturbating Scarecrow's cock with the other,
as she struggled to keep Lionel's cock in her mouth while convulsing with
pleasure. Thick drool trickled down the lion-man's shaft, soaking into his
balls. Dotti rode her orgasm through its long sweet course in this fashion.  

"Oh, Dotti! Oh, my sweet! I can feel it coming right up from my feet!"
Scarecrow gasped with rapture.  
  
"Yes!" panted Dotti, slipping her wet mouth from Lionel's bobbing cock. She
smacked her tight fist up and down Scarecrow's cock rapidly, her open mouth
hovering just above the swelling, purple head. "Give it to me, give it to me!
I want some! Give it to me, give it to me, gimme your cum!"  
  
"Ahhh!" Scarecrow cried with pure ecstasy as he ejaculated, launching
fountainous spurts of cream that flew into Dotti's mouth, splashed her chin
and lips, and even streaked across her cheek onto her back. Dotti cooed and
giggled as she watched the mighty eruption, then slid her mouth down
Scarecrow's twitching shaft, sucking it tenderly.  
  
Tin Man and Lionel shared amazed and inspired looks, grabbing hold of the girl
from both ends. As the metal-skinned man began pumping in and out of Dotti's
well-lubed anus, Lionel lifted her dripping face and invaded her mouth one
more. Scarecrow languished in bliss beneath the girl, laughing in euphoria.  
  
_Smack-smack-smack_! The erotic sound of Tin Man's balls slapping against
Dotti's flushed pussy were matched only by the deep, muffled moans and squeals
the girl made and Lionel's appreciative purrs. Finally, however, Tin Man's
face contorted, and buried his cock to the hilt, quivering against Dotti's
buttocks.  
  
Tin Man only grunted as he came, but Dotti felt the warm gush of fluid deep in
her bowels, a sensation she had never known before. Realizing that it was Tin
Man's semen that warmed her, she came again as well, panting hotly against
Lionel's groin.  
  
Tin Man remained shaking until his metallic seed had been fully spent, then
slowly withdrew his slowly-softening cock from Dotti's rectum. "Boy, was that
worth the wait," he muttered, stumbling back.  
  
"Ooo," winced Dotti, pushing up for a moment, reaching back to her gaping
anus. She giggled, feeling the muscles of her sphincter contract. Laboriously,
she rolled onto her back, looking up at Lionel. Her face glistened with cum;
which she rubbed into her cheeks and neck, licked her fingers.  
  
"You're turn, sweetie," she urged. "Can the cat man do?"  
  
Lionel chuckled, then pounced onto the bed, whipping around atop Dotti. She
willing lifted and held her legs open wide as Lionel aimed his cock for the
shiny pink entrance of her tunnel. With perfect precision, he slid into
Dotti's snug, wet sheath, grinding against her pussy.  
  
"How's this for an answer?" he growled, pumping away inside the girl.  
  
Dotti whimpered and panted in pleasure, clutching Lionel's muscular arms. Her
feet kicked in the air, her head thrashed back and forth on the bed. Beside
them on the bed, Tin Man and Scarecrow watched in interest as they recovered.  
  
"I say he loses it first," quipped Scarecrow.  
  
Tin Man shook his head. "Nah. I say Dotti will burst."  
  
It was not long for either the lion-man or the eager girl beneath him. Lionel
slapped his hips against Dotti time and again, baring his fangs as he neared
orgasm. Dotti stared up at his feral face, her own starkly blushed.  
  
"Yes-yes-yes!" she squealed, humping back against him.  
  
"Yes-yes-yes!" echoed Lionel, then he suddenly lurched forward, buried to the
hilt, his body vibrating for a moment, mouth hanging slack and eyes bulging.
Then, just as a mighty roar signaled his long-awaited orgasm, Dotti screeched
as well, locking her legs tightly around his waist.  
  
Tin Man and Scarecrow watched in awe and amazement as the two trembled
together, sharing their most explosive orgasms yet. They rolled and ground
against one another until the tremors subsided. Gulping for air, Lionel rolled
onto the bed beside Dotti, his entire groin saturated.  
  
Dotti lay blinking for a few moments, then sat up with a thoroughly satisfied
sigh. "Wuff!"  
  
The three men all laughed. "Not to shoddy," Tin Man said.  
  
Scarecrow nodded. "Well, with that body . . . ."  
  
"What do you think, Dotti?" asked Lionel.  
  
Dotti grinned. "I think I wanna scrump again."  
  
The three men voiced their approval with enthusiasm, then pounced upon the
giggling girl.  
  
***  
  
It was late the following morning when the four companions met the Wizard of
Fuzz upon the roof of the Emerald City's citadel. Coming up from the spiraling
stairway and into a stiff wind, their eyes bulged as they beheld—  
  
"It's huge!"  
  
"Enormous!"  
  
"Gosh, that's the biggest dick I've ever seen!"  
  
Scarecrow cocked his head. "Yeah, and the balloon's pretty big, too," he
quipped.  
  
Willie the Wizard grinned upon seeing his guests, and stepped from the basket
moored beneath the gigantic hovering phallus. The cock-shaped balloon had been
heavily patched with multi-colored fabric, yet it held the heated air being
jetted up within it by the Dom of the West's fire-spitting black dildo. The
Wizard had secured the toy atop the basket, beneath the wide blow-hole.  
  
"My friends!" he beamed, approaching the foursome. "I hope you got some rest,
Dotti, because it's going to be a long and bumpy ride."  
  
Dotti snickered slightly, glancing to the blushing faces of her lovers. "Spent
the entire night in bed," she said.  
  
"Good!" exclaimed the Wizard, clapping his hands together. Behind, the
moorings creaked as the strong winds buffeted the balloon. "Well, we'd better
take advantage of this wind if we want to make it over the rainbow again."  
  
Dotti's smile faded slightly. She took a deep breath and nodded. "Just let me
say good-bye," she said, and turned to her friends.  
  
"Scarecrow, you were the first friend I made in Fuzz, and I'll never forget
you for that. I'm so glad I could help you get your passion back." She hugged
the straw man tightly, her eyes welling with tears.  
  
Scarecrow fought back his own tears with a sniffle. "Good-bye, Dotti, I'll
really miss you."  
  
With a kiss to Scarecrow's lips, Dotti stepped to the next man.  
  
"Tin Man, no matter what happens, you have a wonderful club and a perfect
swing. Don't ever lose them again."  
  
The metal man managed a smile as they hugged. "All I will ever have to do is
think of you, and they'll be there," he said. "Take care of yourself, Dotti."  
  
She kissed Tin Man sweetly and stepped away.  
  
"Lionel," she said affectionately, her watery eyes dripping. "My fuzzy-wuzzy
lion-man. I'm really happy that you got your—"  
  
"C'mere, Dotti," Lionel growled with a grin, pulling Dotti to him for a
passionate, deep kiss. The girl squealed but gave in readily, wrapping her
arms and legs around Lionel and returning his kisses with enthusiasm.  
  
Tin Man and Scarecrow exchanged somewhat embarrassed looks. The Wizard tapped
his watch and cleared his throat loudly.  
  
Finally, Lionel broke the kiss and set a dazed Dotti on her feet. He winked to
the others. "Now that's how you say good-bye," he said with a smirk.  
  
"Oh, my," breathed Dotti, then she smoothed out her skirt and re-tied her
blouse. Composing herself, she addressed the Wizard once more. "Okay, um, I'm
ready."  
  
The Wizard smiled fondly upon the pretty girl, thinking, _it'll take most of a
day to get back to the real world. Good thing the floor of the basket is
padded_. He took Dotti's arm and lead her to the basket. "All set, then? You
have everything?"  
  
Dotti nodded, patting herself down. "Yep. Skirt, blouse, Ruby Panties . . ."
she paused, slipping a hand between her legs, beneath the crimson underthings.
"I even got my TOTO, right where it belongs -- whoops!"  
  
The Wizard turned back just as he stepped into the basket of the balloon. He
saw the silver orb fall from under Dotti's skirt and bounce down the gang
plank.  
  
"Oh, Gosh!" cried Dotti. "TOTO! Come back here!" Instinctively, she jogged
after her treasured toy.  
  
Tin Man stooped to pick up the rolling ball, holding it up as Dotti raced
toward him. He smiled. "Can't forget this," he said.  
  
Dotti blushed, took the orb, rewarding Tin Man with another kiss. "Gosh, no!"
she exclaimed. "It's gonna be a long tr—"  
  
"Dotti!" yelled the Wizard anxiously, just the snapping of ropes could be
heard. A particularly strong gust of wind pulled viciously at the balloon,
jerking it away from the platform. The wizard stumbled as the basket rocked
backward, beginning to pull away. The little half-door slammed closed,
latching automatically.  
  
"Willie!" shrieked Dotti, running back up the shallow ramp. But the final line
snapped under the strain of the wind, and abruptly, the phallic-shaped balloon
was jerked away, as if snatched by a giant invisible hand. The shocked face of
Willie the Wizard stared at Dottie as the man was born high and away.  
  
"I'm sorry, Dotti!" he called. "I'm sorry-y-y-y!"  
  
Dotti fell to her knees, weeping. Scarecrow, Tin Man and Lionel came up behind
her, crouching as they consoled the crying girl.  
  
"There, there, Dotti, it's all right," soothed Scarecrow, wiping away her
tears with his fingers.  
  
"But it's _not_ all right," she insisted with a sniffle. "As much as I know
I'm gonna miss you, all of you, I belong at home. But now I'll never get
back."  
  
The three men offered sympathetic words and hugs as the girl shuddered with
emotion.  
  
"Well, why don't you just go home, then?" asked a tittering, familiar voice.  
  
Four heads turned to see Deanna, the Good Dom of the North, as she landed
within her bubble. It popped wetly, and the woman gave Dotti a sweet smile.  
  
"Wh-what do you mean?" asked Dotti, confused. She sniffled one last time.
"Didn't you see what happened? The Wizard's gone! He was gonna take me home,
but he's gone! He was the only chance I had!"  
  
Deanna trilled, shaking her head. "Oh, of course not, Dotti," she said.
"You've had the power to go home all along. It's right there, between your
legs."  
  
Dotti frowned, glancing down. "My coochie?" she asked dubiously.  
  
"I think she means the Ruby Panties," Scarecrow muttered in her ear.  
  
"Oh!" exclaimed Dotti, then realized what he -- and the Good Dom -- meant.
"You mean . . . the panties can take me home?"  
  
Deanna beamed. "Why, of course!"  
  
Dotti suddenly glared at the redheaded woman and shoved herself to her feet.
"And you didn't tell me before?" she shrieked. "You mean, the moment I put
these damn things on, I could have just whisked myself home? I didn't have to
get almost smashed by pomegranate titty-trees, knocked out in a poppy field,
stuff a friggin' horse cock up my cooch, get insulted by little ugly guys with
bad accents, get shot at by arrows, and dildo a wicked dom to death? What kind
of Good Dom are you?"  
  
Deanna frowned. "I thought you knew. Didn't you want to help your friends?"  
  
Admonished, Dotti's anger vanished. She looked to her friends with apologetic
smiles. "Yeah, I did," she said. "I'm sorry, guys."  
  
The three men stood and hugged the girl in turn. "It's all right, Dotti,"
Scarecrow said. "Your outburst was just a function of frustration and
ignorance, compiled by fatigue and—"  
  
Dotti placed her hand over Scarecrow's mouth. "A simple 'I forgive you' will
be enough."  
  
Scarecrow smiled. "I forgive you," he said.  
  
Dotti patted the straw man's cheek, turned back to Deanna. "Okay, so, how do I
do this? Click my heels three times or something?"  
  
Deanna rolled her eyes. "They're Ruby _Panties_, young one. Not ruby
slippers."  
  
"Oh. Right."  
  
Deanna stepped closer and casually lifted Dotti's skirt, exposing the girl's
sparkling undergarments, and took Dotti's hand. She pushed the teenager's hand
against her sex. "All you have to do is masturbate through the panties and
say, 'I want to cum home.'"  
  
Dotti looked surprised. "That's it?" she asked.  
  
Deanna stepped back. "That's it."  
  
"Um . . . okay," Dotti said, looking around. Lacking for a better place, she
sat down on the cool emerald floor of the citadel and lay back, pushing her
skirt up over her waist. The others all gathered around, seating themselves
comfortably as they watched the girl.  
  
Dotti slid her legs apart and began rubbing her pussy through the silky
scarlet fabric. She felt pleasant tingles that seemed to concentrate directly
over her stiffening clitoris. Soon, Dotti's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
She slipped her other hand within her blouse, tweaking and pinching her
nipples as she masturbated. Her hips rolled in small circles as her desire to
cum increased. Even with the stiff winds sweeping across the top of the
citadel, the aroma of her aroused young sex was heady and cloying.  
  
"That's it, Dotti, you're doing it!" encouraged Tin Man.  
  
"Oh, yes, she certainly is," cooed Deanna.  
  
"Come on, Dotti!"  
  
"Cum!"  
  
"Cum!"  
  
"CUM!"  
  
Dotti found herself reaching the apex of pleasure faster than before, and
gasped as the first tremors of orgasm began. Whimpering and panting, she
arched her back deeply, her hand furious blur against her sweet pussy.  
  
"I . . . I . . . I WANT TO CUM HOME!" she wailed, just as she exploded in
orgasm.  
  
**_Epilogue: The Wettest Dream of All?_**  
  
Dotti writhed and moaned upon her bed, one hand pressed deeply between her
thighs as the other pinched and pulled at thick, swollen pink nipples. Even
with the windows open, sweet and earthy aromas of spring wafting in on a
gentle breeze, the feminine perfume emanating from her sex was palpable.
Slender fingers glistened with the sweet, oily fluid that oozed from between
plump pink lips. Dotti twitched with aftershocks as she lazily brought her
hand to her face. Soft moans escaped her lush lips as she licked her own
essence off her fingers.  
  
Suddenly, her eyes flashed open in alarm. "Oh!" she exclaimed aloud, though
she was alone in her bedroom. "I'm going to be late!"  
  
Abruptly, however, the girl paused as she sat up, looking around in confusion.
_Wuff! Serious déjà vu . . . didn't I do all this already?_  
  
Her eyes wandered down her naked body, to the sleek, slippery lips of her sex.
She nearly expected to see . . . _something_ there, though she was not sure
what.  
  
Dotti shook her head and jumped up, finding the clothes she had laid out for
the night. A tiny skirt, a white blouse she tied beneath her firm breasts. She
touched up her makeup, made a kissing motion at her own reflection in the
vanity mirror.  
  
"Perfect," she said, standing from the vanity. She paused a moment, flashes of
images dancing through a haze in her mind.  
  
_Weird_, she thought to herself, heading for the door. _That was one strange
dream . . . ._  
  
_-finis-_




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